A Starry Night
On a
hot, starry night,
Sitting
outside on a porch swing,
Staring
up at them,
As they
light up the nights sky.
A
shooting star I see,
I close
my eyes and make a wish,
That my
life stays just the way it is,
I could
never ask for more.
Sitting
quietly except for the sound,
Of
crickets talking to each other.
Life
could not get,
Any
better than this.
As I
sit here, rocking on the porch swing,
I could
almost fall asleep,
But
then I would miss out on,
This
beautiful view.
Not a cloud
in sight for miles.
The
moon so huge tonight.
I can
never get enough of,
A
summer’s hot starry night.
Tears
I can
hold the tears in,
All day
long.
I try
to make them,
Disappear.
By the
end of the night,
When I
lay my head,
Upon my
pillow,
That is
where,
The
tears want to be.
I
cannot hold them in,
Any
longer.
They
come on out.
I
quietly cry,
Myself
to sleep.
Like a
little child,
That
does not want,
To go
to sleep.
My
pillow holds my tears,
So that
no one,
Can
see them.
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