Stars

 

On my hand i drew stars.
One for everyday you were gone,
I ran out of room so i used paper.
When i ran out of paper, I wrote on the floor.
When i ran out of floor i wrote on the walls.
When i ran out of space i wrote on the ceiling.
Now i'm erasing the stars because your coming home.
It will take a while,
but when i'm done you'll be in my arms and i'll be that much closer to you.