Shooting Star
As I wish on that shooting star
I think of my love being sent so very far
Oh my brilliant love
Sent back above
My angel of light
Just out of sight
Oh as I cry
I pray to die
But we could never be
For she is too good for me
Shooting Star
As I wish on that shooting star
I think of my love being sent so very far
Oh my brilliant love
Sent back above
My angel of light
Just out of sight
Oh as I cry
I pray to die
But we could never be
For she is too good for me
Tarlton009 commented on Shooting Star
11-17-2012
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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