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He, My Shooting Star

The instant you see it, you know it

And your gaze freezes upon it

Precious seconds are squandered away

While you're busy hoping it doesn't fade

And in that moment you've made a choice

Or more precisely, an unconscious decision

To be so wrapped up in its existence

Rather than to lower your resistance

Once it goes, and believe me it will

You're left with nothing but a starry sky

Eyes transfixed upon an empty space

The result of what the night did erase

Maybe you kick yourself for it

Or maybe the shock hasn't yet faded

But eventually you'll know what you've lost

And you'll count up its complete cost

You could have had it all, you realize

One wish with certainty to be granted

Now all that has visited your daydreams

Dies away amidst your silent screams

You've let it slip through your fingers

Perfection in its purest of forms

A thing so simple yet so incredibly rare

You try to hold what is no longer there

And on this night you cannot sleep

Your arms are empty and heart is hollow

Alone you toss and turn with your regret

The shooting star you cannot forget

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melanie-beth
25 / F
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Oct 18, 2011
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