Cosmic Child

You think you’re so small, and you are
But you are part of something, and though it is little,
You are the sum of something greater

Remember when you were a cosmic child
And you carried your books in a bag sown of stars
And all the ghosts wrapped around you don’t love me anymore
But your perfect hand still holds my shoulder
Through the puddle of your dark eyes

You smile, and it seems that smile
Is etched in perfection
But aren’t you though? etched in perfection
Aren’t the rules of a person so different
When a person is not allowed

Spacegirl, that’s funny
From Jupiter
And you know what’s funnier?
I came from Mars

Didn’t we crash on Pluto one time?
Wasn’t that spectacular?
Seems you hung the stars right before my eyes

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