The silence of the nights
Have made me who I am
Yes, I speak with great delight
No, I’m not one of them
Yes, I am not perfect
This is how I’m supposed to be
If there is such a person
I sure would like to see
Yes, my colours are different
My thoughts can light a fire
My veins breathe uneasy
My blood is full of desire
If I had a chance to choose
To be in someone’s shoe
I would gladly toss that chance away
I would never want to be you
The sky is full of beaming stars
There is no star like me
Without me this universe
Would then so empty be
An Imperfect Universe
The silence of the nights takes me on imperfect flights
rising high above the heavens
how high I must sore
to find the perfect balance
between the lands and the shores
in my imagination
I find that perfect dream
running wild and free
for in that reality
there is no one like me.
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You are a bit like all the rest
Since we all came from the same nest.
But every part of who you are
contains a tiny bit of star
and its patterns
make you
in certain views
certainly
the best.
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Brilliant!
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I love this!
I am not perfect
I don’t claim to be.
I have an amazing impact on this world
Read my blog and see
that without me, there would be
a pitiful, peaceful, pastel sun
shining down pathetically!
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Wow!
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