I think

I think your mother
took a little piece of the moon
and put it into your soul.

And I think your father
took a little piece of the sun
and put it into your brain.

And I hope one day,
you’ll take a little piece of yourself
and put it into my heart.

And I think
everybody would think this way
if the world hadn’t been
so unkind to you.

Maybe one day you’ll wake up
at three in the morning,
and realize

that you can’t count the stars in the sky.
And the voices in thin air will tell you
to keep breathing.
And you won’t even hear them.

And you will go to bed
and fall asleep within seven minutes.

And the better days will pick flowers
and put them under your skin.

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