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man in the moon

you were a shooting star

that always passed me by

and i wished on you

everytime

 

maybe you’d let me

hold your hand,

lay my head on your shoulder,

stay one more night

 

yelling my wishes

as a cloudless sky

watches me, reaching for

the man in the moon with

my booted feet firmly planted

on the hard ground

 

and maybe if i could

find enough wooden boards

and rope, i could build a

ladder that would reach you

 

but is that something

that you would even want,

my love?

 

that’s not really something

that i can ask,

would ruin the magic of this

hopeful romantic,

falling in love again and again

 

so i’ll settle for a star,

hold it close in my steady hands,

and think of you as i fall

back to earth