Oct 2014
Dear Mr. Shooting Star,
how many times
must I wish and
call out to you
until you finally
notice me?
Sweet naive little girl,
how many times
will you fall down
and cry *for me
*until you realize
*I'm not listening?
how many times
must I wish and
call out to you
until you finally
notice me?
Sweet naive little girl,
how many times
will you fall down
and cry *for me
*until you realize
*I'm not listening?
wishful thinking killed the dreamer
--
I keep forgetting that shooting stars can't be caught.
--
I keep forgetting that shooting stars can't be caught.
