Stars on the Ceiling
Tell me who you are,
I'm intoxicated.
The pills are running short,
and so is Dad's temper.
Mommie is leaving us today...
And Baby is in the corner
playing with her dolly.
The dogs are on the floor,
spread out like wild fire.
I'll miss you when you're here,
because I know in your mind,
that you're really not.
But I'll be here for you
when you come back to earth...
I'm yelling for you to come back to earth,
as I chase you through the constellations.
Your feet touch the stars,
and my fingers caress the milky way.
I see the galaxy in your eyes tonight,
lazily,
as you make your bed on the couch,
preparing for another trip to space,
to ride the rings of Saturn.
By: Brandi Deacon
2010
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