The Stars of Life

The endless nights of crying begin, as my pillows become soaked by my tears,                                                                             My arm automatically moving across looking for her, so I can hold her in my arms as we sleep,                                                   But now all what I find is thin air,                                                       The smell of her still lingers within my mind,                                  Her curly hair still being found intertwined within the fabric of my jackets,                                                                                          The night so clear, that it reminds me of how much she saw so much beauty within the stars,                                                             I wish I was star so she would look at me like she did with them.