Sometimes at night,
When I cannot fall asleep,
I go over to my window and gauze out at the stars.
I see how some parts of the sky are a dark black,
and then how the sky turns to a dark gray.
If I use my imagination,
I can picture you and me sitting up in the clouds together.
We have our own little world up there.
A world that no-one else will ever see or even know of.
This is a world of peace,
Not Violence.
This is a world or healing,
Not hurt.
This is a world of friendship,
Not bullying.
This is our own little world that just contains the two of us.
If I think about it,
I can picture you thinking the same exact star,
and thinking the same exact thing.
If only I could be with you.
As I shut my window,
and close the curtains,
I think of you and me.
As I climb back under my now cold covers,
and start to fall asleep,
I think of you and me.
This though never goes away.
It seems like I could think of that one thing forever and ever,
and I would never get board,
or even think of stopping.