Lying on the terrace,
Seeing the star studded sky,
Not blinding my eyes,
To see you pass by.
There you were just a streak of light,
Moving gracefully across the black canvas of mine.
I close my eyes,
For a brief period of time,
Just then I notice,
I have started to cry.
Too much emotions inside me,
Venting it out like I have lost my sanity,
People tell you make wishes come true,
So I told you what you have to do ,
Years have passed by,
My dreams are still due,
Hey shooting star,
Where are you?
Why did you not make my dreams come true?
-Just another girl with too much dreams.
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