The first star I see may not be a star.
We can’t do a thing but wait.
So let’s wait for one more.
The time such clumsy time in deciding if it’s time.
I’m careful but not sure how it goes.
You can loose yourself in your courage.
The mindless comfort grows when I’m alone with my ‘great’ plans.
This is what she says gets her through it:
"If I don’t let myself by happy now then when?"
If not now when?
When the time we have now ends.
When the big hand goes round again.
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?
Close my eyes and believe wherever you are, an angel for me.