shoot the stars home©
Faron would want the world....
to know me as he does sweet
even tho bitter i had to meet,
but i met him first
so bitterness to others be cursed.
I've got more than enuff grief here
i lost count of my many a tear,
time won't make things better at all
i'll just get older&weaker as i fall.
But i'll keep my chin up so to speak
so i'll be able to see the peace i seek,
in the meantime....
my poetry isn't helping me deal
i can't help how my heart will feel.
I'm just setting it up for a fall myself
when my heart's on a broken shelf,
but My Faron loves when i write a poem
so i still do it....
that's how much i love him.
When i lay down without him beside me
i pray a dream puts me under so deeply,
so when i again awake
my soul heaven will be waiting to take.
Instead of being in a weary place
where my angel treads that direction....
let me face,
let him lift me up by flying....
too close to the ground
so my heart breaking....
can no longer sound.
Come on angel shoot me a star
let me know just where you are,
i'll climb on and off we'll go
being apart then we'd no longer know.
I wanna tickle your fingers&toes
that's how a tear will become a rose,
it'll fall on my cheek the petal
for a dream lover i'll no longer settle!
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