Above the head and over all the guilt,
I bought myself a starry sky,
to look at and smile.
My dearly moon, in the curves of cloud,
holding the time for hours,
I bought myself a starry sky,
to shine with it whole night.
Can't be so jealous, but I do,
Wanna be one of them over there,
But to be a perfect star, you have to be broken first.
I bought myself a starry sky,
to see the most beautiful broken star.
Lying on the grass, feeling the core,
Realized, darkness is the illusion,
real is only the light of stars
I bought myself a starry sky,
to find the bright side of night.
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Aanchal A.P.
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