blanket of sky
I'm looking at the sky right now
I wonder if she looks just as beautiful
from where you're standing.
We're so far apart.
Two different sides of the world,
but at least we're on the same world.
We can both meet half-way anytime.
As long as we're still covered
by the same blanket of sky.
Mine's often gray from here. What about yours?
I no longer want to be
star-crossed lovers torn by distance
and time and place.
If I could hitch a ride on a shooting star,
I'd be there in a heartbeat.
Wait for me. I'll come for you.
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