These stars, they keep reminding me of you.
Of course, they don't shine as brightly  as you do.
But I guess they'll have to make do till I see you again.
Ah but this magic is beyond our ken.

And girl, you're like a shooting star.
Maybe that's why I always made a wish,
Every time I saw your beautiful face afar.
And you know I'd never relinquish.

I love the way your eyes twinkle
When you talk about things you love
But next time I'll need a map,
Cause I keep getting lost in your eyes.
And that's why I truly believe
That You are a gift from above.

I may not be a photographer
But I  sure can picture us together.
So I look up as I make this prayer.
Praying that things were more than just fine,
Dreaming about playing with your hair.
Cause don't wanna die wishing you were mine.

//starfishdiaries #4