I saw it twinkling in the night, so I reached up towards the sky. I wanted so badly to catch it in my hands, but the universe wouldn't yet comply.

I thought of words that made my heart skip, but none more then the ones you said. Stars so brightly circle me, possibilities fill my pretty head.

Scattered about so endlessly, astrology beyond what I can see. If I catch this shooting star, maybe fate will leave us be.

It passes by a moon we share, that casts an eerie glow. Mystics relics can't reveal, something our hearts already know.

I close my eyes and catch that star, plucked it from the night. Now I kneel on bended knee, wishing with all my might.

I would like
to forget you.
But your fingerprints
are now
carved
into my skin.
The imprint
of once having you
claiming me profoundly.

Your name
stains my lips.
Only to contaminate others.
I choke
on your absence
thick and lethal.

I whispered
that I love you.
But you wouldn't hear.
I said it
only in part
silence swallowing me whole.
Creating an abyss
of words
left unsaid.

Now it seems
that days are hallow.
I sit wringing
my tenacious hands
counting seconds
that slip
into unforgivable hours.

It lingers like music notes.
Fading into a forbidden echo,
of what it was,
and is supposed to still be.

I pressed my lips to pennies,
watching them slip away,
falling into liquid space.

I bowed my head in prayer,
mostly out of pure desperation.
Pushing my hair back from my face,
I whispered hopes to the unknown.
Has he forgotten my name?

Balancing on my very tiptoes,
I collect,
abandoned stars that now cease to evolve.

I dance with bare feet,
hair wild in the moonlight.
With each fluid movement,
all of me absorbs the winds symphony.

I blow on whising flowers,
scattering endless possibilities with each breath.
Casting wishes,
and catching tainted tears in cupped hands.

These are all the pieces of me, Take them as you go. Where they fit I never knew, its been so long I just don't know.

Once I was broken badly, but I never could quite find. Were it was along this journey, that I lost my mind.

Just take my shattered essence, that used to be my soul. I tried to paste it back together once, but I could never make it whole.

I watch you walk away from me, if I didn't care I wouldn't cry. Just take these broken pieces please, so you never ask me why.

I wish I knew the women I see, when I look at my own reflection. Age and scars marked into skin, I can count all the imperfection. 

Age escaped me, and time turned thief with backward rhymes of yesterday. Watching age set into the surface, youth the cost I had to pay. 

My hair flows around my face, I wish I recognized this beautiful vision. But I am just a frame of myself, binded by Destiny's decision. 

Epiphany knocked me on my ***, I break my own heart every ******* time. I crumble and fall to pieces, over what the stars won't speak divine. 

Who is me, this women I see, when glimpses come into view? A small fragment of myself, a memory of me, like someone I once knew...

I go down through the list of regret, the things that I've done wrong. Knowing that its a part of me, a demon I've battled all along.

A reflection of me, the women I see is bowing her head in shame. Knees to chest, regret wont rest, when you're the one to blame.

My lips are sealed in secrecy, of things I could never tell. The floor beneath me is made of glass, its no wonder that I fell.

As if an essence of a shadow lingers, that follows close behind. It rips and cuts pieces of me, and I slowly lose my mind.

I untie my hair from its knot, I just want to be set free. Place my bare feet on the earth, and allow it to heal me.

I could not stand by anymore, stolen sentiments in fist. Waiting for a sign from him, wondering what I've missed.

Long hair flowing in the breeze, I now turn my face to the sky. Wind reminds me as tears fall, that it does no good to cry.

So instead I dance to feel the universe, for joy to fill me once more. Wild and unobtainable, I've felt this pain before.

Gypsy souls are meant to wander, forever too be free. My heart is struggling just to find, why he still means so much to me.