It’s being told about stars
You can’t see
Yet
And having a book taken away
Before you can finish
And then having the middle spoiled
But not the end.
It’s smiling into the sunshine
While not knowing if it’s going to be okay.
It’s not wanting to let you go
When I hug you
And hoping it’ll be okay
Because I have to
Let you
Be
Even if I can’t
Let you go
I might have to do that too.
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