All those precious stars in your sky
Will turn into dust someday,
They will lie on your path, unnoticed.
Before that happens,
May I take your hand…
Sit on some lonely edge of this planet
Side by side…,
Can we… i mean 'us',
Count those little precious objects?
I swear i don't have any other motive
Like… to kiss you when you're
Busy counting them..,
Not either falling asleep on your lap..,
Not even something really simple like,
Stealing glances of you..,
I have no such motives;
We can just sit there and count those
'Soon-to-be dust' stars.
So, May I have you for that day??






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