Every night I look up at the stars.
Oh, how I wish I was up there in the galaxy with them!
They cover my soul like a blanket and when I see them dancing, I don’t feel so alone.
I come alive in the nighttime.
Sometimes I wish on a star that you loved me. Sometimes I call myself stupid for wishing that.
The stars cry for me and I really don’t want them to.
I don’t want to be a burden upon them but they listen and gleam from light years away.
Sometimes I wonder if you’re looking up at the night sky, wishing for me.  
Sometimes I call myself stupid for wondering that.
Love can drive you crazy.
Someone leaving you can drive you crazy.
Instead of telling you how I feel, I will continue to vent to the stars.