paper stars
If I could paint the stars in the sky for you, every last one, glittering in the night I would, I'd push away every cloud covering the night, so you could see me in the stars a constellation of thousands falling into grains of shimmering sand shining on the night shore a golden glimmer, lifeless, still fold a forest worth of paper stars scattered like confetti in the sky all for you I would be your Starry Night You would be my Van Gogh, paint me, with every last pigmented stroke make me with love, and place me on the wall pin me high, don't let me fall I'm your shooting star, paper star don't let me be undone, let me burn forever, with you, for you I'll be a lullaby, to listen to before you sleep I'll be be the moon the moon you tell your secrets, send a rocket to me, place your flag show the world I'm all yours and every single night, I'll be above you as your moon, your paper star
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