when my day is nearly at its end,
my socks come off, my hair is all out
and a smile creeps up like the moon when the sun goes down
and says "Hello"!
then your voice appears like the stars in the dark...
i can feel your smile beam through the phone line...
its like your mouth wrote a song featuring the sahara sun...
then we speak and i forget how tired i am,
because my head is hugging a cloud like iam my pillow,
and its so comfortable up there.
I wait all day for this...
I have to say, out of all the times,
i love no time like this time.
the time where i simply get to hear you say, "hey"
and its cool you know because this routine of ours never gets boring...
we never get tired of being pleased by one another...
its like a comet or a shooting star,
you seldom see them but are amazed and love every bit of it when you do...
wishing you could touch it so bad...and never ever thinking about being burned.
cuz its just so beautiful.
no matter how far
you can always tell it aint no regular star...
the feeling is pretty sweet.
wish i could give you some sugar...
for now ill give you a
Bon Nuit, Je T'aime, and soon,
ill see my shooting star again
until then
TTY @ 10.

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