Twinkle, Little Star

Preach to me not of the stars,
for they are the ones that dried my tears
after every boy before you,
and whispered sensational dreams
into a heart left empty.

They saw all the love in my eyes
just waiting to be given
and accepted it with a soft embrace.

Yes, boy–they are romantic.

They call down,
“Only I have loved you”
as we take this frigid walk under their light.

Preach to me not of the stars,
for they were there
when this little girl’s fragile heart was born
and they will be here
long after you stop holding this hand.

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