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The Moon For Stars
Been searching for a love, a home;
a place to call my own.
A place where I am wanted,
welcomed, cherished; down to my bones.
I dream of gentle fingertips
that trace over my skin.
A soul who always chooses me;
come time and time again.
I swear that I can feel the warmth
of a real True Love's embrace.
And if my tears should fall
they're gently wiped off of my face.
I really cant explain it
but my whole life I've believed...
That out there was a soul
who's eyes were truly just for me.
Those eyes see only beauty,
even in all of my flaws.
Every bump, bruise, even scars
are loved... accepted afterall.
A love which wouldnt leave me,
nor would it dwell upon my scars.
A dedicated lover
who'd never lose the moon for stars.
The problem though... I'm not the moon;
not in anybody's sky.
I'm not even a star,
I only fade into the night.
Copyright ©
Chelsea Stufleben
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