I walk on a beach at noon
And find myself wishing.
I think there are no falling stars,
Only at night.
She will never come back.
I see a starfish and pick it.
Then I just play pretend
That it can grant wishes.
It never happens.
I was so young then.
Wishing is for children.
Hoping is naive
But accepting is reasonable.
Now, I accept it.
She will never come back.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 2:22 AM UTC
I walk on a beach at noon
And find myself wishing.
I think there are no falling stars,
Only at night.
She will never come back.
I see a starfish and pick it.
Then I just play pretend
That it can grant wishes.
It never happens.
I was so young then.
Wishing is for children.
Hoping is naive
But accepting is reasonable.
Now, I accept it.
She will never come back.
