I can't help it. As I lay under the most beautiful blanket of stars, it's hard not to be selective in my focus of attention, better yet my undivided becomes undecided as I gaze further into depths one could lose ones self and yet i cant take my eyes away from it.... ' Phone Home ' That's what ET said. But where is home when all we know is the unknown of what we're shown. Supernova's live for the moment of dying. Goin out in such a huge, raging, ball of fire, one last hoorah if you're that type. I don't know exactly what my purpose is in this life but it's hard not to see the stars in the sky n not know what they they're for right?
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Her birth began the moments of cherishing my sweet girl,
her worth finds atonement through perishing my world.
She stands alone in the brilliance of the sky with pink hues,
tiny hands condone in an instance of wearing tiny shoes.
Focus of attention on a center stage with children her age,
a bonus without exemption, engaged in laughter, sweet Paige.
She walks into a room and eyes drop with mouths closed,
she talks to the moon surprised, lovely and composed.
She tip-toes like a sweet angel and sleeps with a white halo,
she flips and goes crazy and leaps like a state-wide tornado.
Crowded around the princess like she owns her own throne,
astounded and priceless, I know my arms she calls her home.
Treated with utmost respect from her peers and family,
created from prose and intellect, a dear girl, quite chatty.
Growing up I always believed in innocent miracles for sure,
when holding Paige I am relieved, my admirable cynosure.
Date Written: June 20, 2016
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