Stars could shine In your bluest eyes The wind could blow In her face And she wouldn’t be able to breathe She could share all her dreams With your selfish heart And pray that you would listen even show the tiniest interest I could build a sandcastle In the snow snow angels in the sand And watch them melt when the sun came up when the tide came in I could fly her to the moon and and give her the stars why must you be only her friend Your suppose to love her
Reason for writing:
my mother she married an alcholic asshole
Birth sign: Aries
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