why do we believe in falling stars
when we know it's a meteor?
why do we wish on something incinerating,
turning to dust,
becoming nothing?
but sometimes - if lucky,
bits of it remains,
becoming a meteorite
perhaps we hope
that if it turns to something
maybe then
our wish will too
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2 a.m. Thoughts
Poetry"overthinking kills you inside" "oh dear, you have no idea" different thoughts of different girls with different lives at one particular hour 2a.m. © 2016 - chloe white [started: 18/01/16]
