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Crashing Constellations

Don’t rain on my parade
It’s gonna glow in the dark
I like it better when you can’t keep warm
Don’t ruin a perfect thing, a perfect thing
The boy on the blue moon dreams of sun…

~*~

You have that applaudable talent

Of being able to drag me all down

When I begin to soar for the skies

And reach cloud nine daydreams

Yet you are still stranded on land

.

You have the amazing forethought

To pull my legs with heavier gravity

Whenever I’m reaching on for stars

And I accidentally take them along

Plucking a long string with my hold

.

You have unbelievable ignorance

Of asking why the long nights are

Cold and lightless, stark hopeless

And you’ve the nerve to complain

In most wretched, puerile manner

.

Still, you have a vexing capability

Of being able to claim innocence

As you buried the moon’s detritus

While standing in messy carnage

Of my body and the crashed stars.

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