I wish I were the sun.
Bright and happy.
Beams of light.
The thing people look forward to seeing.
I wish I were the moon.
Dark and mysterious.
Shapeshifting silver disc.
The thing people stay up late to see.
I wish I were the stars.
Sparkling and magical.
Thousands of possibilities.
The things people wish upon.
I decided I was in love with you
before I knew what love was.
I had never felt true love.
I mean, I had felt love.
I had loved my family,
the color pink, music.
I love it when you call me
by my name.
When you label me.
Like a doll sitting in
the display.
Read out my description.
Learn my characteristics.
I walk a fine line.
Life and death.
Funny and weird.
Smart and dumb.
Waiting for a light breeze to blow me one way.
Will I stay on this line forever?
When will I get off?
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