Ouch: i'm still not over you

stars weren't meant

stars weren't meant to gaze back 

the way we'd stare up in the sky

the way we'd adore the canvas black

examine whispers high

imagine if the stars looked down

and stared at each of us

imagine if they made a sound

and said that we're enough

we were meant to look at the stars

and they not in our eyes

a pretty sight from oh afar

to admire at such delight

learn from their brightness that lingers and lasts

but never expect such stars to gaze back.