I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I hurt you; I’m sorry.

Up here, the sky’s like your eyes, just so endlessly starry.

You’re perfect, so perfect, in every single way.

And I’m hoping, just hoping, you’ll remember me always.

I’m longing, longing, longing for your love.

But that’s something I cannot have up above.

If there was any, any, any way that I could have your face.

If there was any, any, any way I could feel your warm embrace.

I would give it all up, all up, just for you.

(My 200th writing!! 🥳)