I was a moon and I envied the stars, but shooting stars the most.
Because for a moment, they look like the sun.
And everyone loved the sun. That’s why I wanted to be one so bad.
What I didn’t realize was that you loved the night more than the day. You loved things that glowed through the brightness of another.
You only ever looked at the moon. Not the stars and not the sun.
You weren’t like everybody else. It was the moon you loved.
And with that, I’ve never been happier to be a moon.
To be your moon.

When did you start waiting for shooting stars to dance in the skies? When did you start bending down and let your wish fall upon a six-petal ixora? When did you start hoping for four-leaf clovers in the fields? When did you start whispering your secret dreams to yourself before blowing the birthday candles? When did you start tossing pennies on wishing wells? When did you start muttering you heart's desire on fallen eyelashes? When did you start staying up late to wait for 11:11 to come?

When did you start believing in the magic they bring?


When did you stop?

Why making wishes
on a dying creature
as a shooting star?
So beautiful death
can seem if seen
from a distance.
For me comets are
named after all the
people who decided
my sky wasn’t their
place anymore.

Night has arrived but the stars have not
I'm holding a wish inside just waiting for one to get shot

Do not wish on these shooting stars as they beam
They might be somebody else's broken dream!

But they came right from the sky
Who's dreaming up there and letting it all fly?

Maybe someone who sits on the rainbow awaiting his turn
To get down to Earth and see the stars finally alit and burn!

Burning stars ain't new to them, they see the sun burn everyday
And so it surprises me, as to why they'd let their dreams sway

Until they turn into reality they simply wander
And this is to why we get to see all their thunder

This thunder is their trump card
To hide the real emotions, it's just a facade

For this is how they keep other stars at yard
And never oh never get involved in any vicious squad!

They rule the skies, awe us with their light
Why would they wish for land? Why would they abandon the night?

Night is what keeps them trapped for the eternal show
While on land they simply wish to come, dance and go!

Shooting stars exist to remind us that not everything that falls, is broken.*
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Light up the sky for me;
because the world down below
is just too unbearable to see.
I wonder why shooting stars
choose to land in here;
if I were them
I would cling to the vast galaxy.

Say that I am right;
And just watch to indulge our eyes.
The world looks so harmless
when everybody shuts their eyelids
and closes their greedy minds.
I wonder what's the reason behind.

Darkness doesn't always mean sullen;
because it is what I anticipate in the morning.
But in order to see through it
I need a little glow-

So light up the sky for me
and let your burdens go.