can we rewrite the stars
placing it right where we aligned to shine
directly above our heads to keep us in check
a twinkle in time all for the trouble of hearts
maybe it was us there figuring out our faults
fixing our hurts and shinning past our doubts
it couldn't be better than this, us together in a high feather, trusting we won't fall
or maybe the world won't collapse over our heads
but even in the apocalypse, may we rain down as birds, never to part we fess.
©excellency
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