I'd never steal the stars from your sky.
The clouds only come when you're away.
You have a magic,
The sort that saves the day.
I'm old enough to know now
That hearts aren't toys.
And love shouldn't be a game.
And if it is right,
Then it can heal,
Though the scars still look the same.
And sometimes I can't sleep.
Over thinking about long gone things.
Thinking about,
Where the scars came.
When I was too young to realize,
That people come and go.
But if it's ment to be,
Then you will not let it go.

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