S K B Shooting Stars
S, K, B
My 3 wonders of life
I solemnly swear
Proudly accept
I will never ever be
Able to describe
Or put into words
What I feel for you 3
Because a life without thee
Renders me blind
Deafens my ears
Reduces me to tears
You are the girls
The locks and the curls
That breath into life
What my Sister
Gifted unto me
On the 5th of November
Then the 17th of March
And finally the 29th of June
When I am alone
And I feel a failure
I look to you
Each one
Individually
For inspiration
Without you
Stop all the clocks
Switch off the phone
And wrap up the sun
Let the mourners come
And tell tales for fun
To one another
For yee 3 queens of Orient are
The resting place of shooting stars
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