Plastic Stars

Laying wide awake in the quiet darkness

The air is warm and thick and I am calm

I count the plastic stars stuck to my ceiling

Each one represents a dream or two

The clock reads 2:16

The leaves begin to change from green to gold

I watch the seasons pass by from my window

Far too scared to go outside alone

I get pretty sentimental as the time goes by

And I want you to know just how much you mean to me

The water beads up on the windows now

Fog rolls into town to blanket all

I tell myself maybe just maybe I will go out

But I talk myself down once again

I’ve never really been one for goodbyes

I really don’t like when things have to end

Even the best times have to roll by

But that just makes way for times ahead

I get pretty sentimental as the time goes by

And I want you to know you will always be my one

Then you finally come home from that job you hate

So happy and relieved to see me standing there

You wrap your arms around me

The fog drifts far away

A perfect clear and peaceful night ahead

If I have you by my side then I know I’m safe to go outside once again

You turn to me and say;

“You know those plastic stars stuck to your ceiling?”

“I think it’s time you see the real thing”