my stAr
- Barbara Emídio
- há 1 dia
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on this cold night,
missing you has never
hurt this much.
here I am again,
gazing at the stars…
wishing I could hold your hand.
and you,
sitting on a star,
watching me walk around.
there you are,
just a phantom light
glowing softly on the road ahead.
and me,
sitting here crying,
holding onto a prayer that slips through my fingers
that a god I no longer believe in will hear me beg on my knees,
so I can have you in my arms.
one
last
time.
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