Ive been shooting stars
And wishing upon them
That they find you,
And gaze at you just as my heart aches for you.

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Dead Letters
PoesieWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
Wish
Ive been shooting stars
And wishing upon them
That they find you,
And gaze at you just as my heart aches for you.