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Post by Leels on Feb 9, 2021 14:55:04 GMT -5
Loving him will never feel the same as it did loving you. But maybe that's a good thing. Maybe my heart deserves to sing.
To me, you were a little boy Your eyes seemed filled with ambition and joy.
I thought I needed you like a girl needs her perfume and convinced you to see your love's meant for me.
You gave me the matches and I created sparks. All I could see was you and the dark.
For you I was The Giving Tree. I gave you my hopes. I gave you my dreams.
I gave you my love. I gave you my home. I gave you everything until you saw that there was nothing.
And then you left. You left me a lonely stump of a tree. I had no more apples to give to thee.
To him I am the starry night. He gazes upon my very sight. I'll never let him walk alone. I'll light up the way as he travels on home.
My blinding moon shines through his window as he wakes up to fluff his pillow. He's a night rider, he swears to me. As the sun comes up he says, "Don't leave."
Years have gone by since your return. You've come back because your heart burns. You look for the stump of the tree you once loved but all you see are the stars up above...
You may frown for, my stump's burned down. But in the distance the only sounds are sighs of awe from the telescope man who loves the stars more than you ever can.
Lelia Strait February 9, 2021
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