She got the whole sky,
Painted in her nails.
A beautiful shade of blue,
And sprinkling bright stars.
It’s the starry night,
Of her own kind.
It’s the starry night,
The kind I like.
The hypnotic swirl,
Takes with it, the din.
Settling down the chaos,
The one across from,
And the one within me.
And then I find myself in a crowd,
Stumbling, Getting pushed around.
Still I try my best to get a glimpse
Of a distancing star that blinks
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