I don't wish on the stars
anymore,
because of you.
It's proved to be heart breaking,
insignificant,
and no use.
You are so perfect
it makes me wanna cry.
This useless repetition
of me down on my knees
by my bedside,
every night.
Praying,
hoping,
that one day you'll come true.
I don't wish on the stars
anymore,
because of you.
It's tiresome,
useless,
and so hard to do.
It's draining me out;
I should have no tears left to cry,
but it seems that at moments
they come
and pass by.
Maybe not for long,
but long enough to see
that they are still here
restocking my empty sea.
I don't wish on the stars
anymore,
because of you.
It doesn't work,
it's hopeless,
and will never come true.