"We are nothing but bones, ****** souls with broken hearts wishing on dead stars for our loved ones to love us back.

There's no use in the remains of what once used to contain light, but is now a mess of stardust. Wishing on it will not make him love you, it will not sew you back together, it will only make you feel emptier inside.

Why confess to the sky that every night you wake up in tears because even in your dreams you miss him? The moon already knows and weeps for you my dear, but you must know that the stars can't heal you; only time can.

Missing him won't break you,
But waiting for him to love you might."