On a cold night it wants to hide. It is so different in all ways. It wants to be brighter than the sun. It's always there. By Kevin I am like a comet.
Comets soar high,dreaming.
I soar up high dreaming,dreaming about a comet. Comets are white and creamy, like milk. If the comet falls,a cat will comeand lick it up. A comet glowing in the sky. I am someone like a comet.