Look at this sky
Do you see it where you are?
As I lay here missing you
I search the heavens for a shooting star
I wonder why do we make wishes on the falling ones
After all they will soon be nothing but a speck of dust, burnt out from the fall
Perhaps thats why our wishes dont come true
They are just like the stars falling down too fast to stop, tumbling to the ground desperately crying out for help, before the light finally fades and we burn out, never to shine again.
Those wishes are our last SOS signal, silently pleading, even though we know our call wont be answered.
The stars cannot save us, they are just as unstable as we are, teetering in the heavens, on the brink of crashing down. The only thing a shooting star can do is take our wishes down with it to it's own grave where they will be safely kept a secret. So star light, star bright, here's my plea. Save my soul and please help me. My wish you hear but cannot grant, because nothing can ever make me whole again.
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Notes
RandomA glimpse into my mind. These are notes from my phone, starting from 2013 to the present day. My poems, rants, late night thoughts, things I've seen and heard, words I wanted to remember. (Note: There is some content hinting at various mature or tri...
