I looked up just in time to see a perfect shooting star.
Your beauty in my mind’s eye.
I wish you were mine.
I wish you happiness.
I’m happy I told you my heart.
Your subsiding.
Maybe I really don’t love you.
Maybe it’s just my craving for love.
So why do I feel like I need you so much?
I don’t understand.
But if I were to have anyone you’d be the perfect one.
Your the perfect shooting star.
I wish you were my perfect shooting star.
Your beauty in my mind’s eye.
I wish you were mine.
I wish you happiness.
I’m happy I told you my heart.
Your subsiding.
Maybe I really don’t love you.
Maybe it’s just my craving for love.
So why do I feel like I need you so much?
I don’t understand.
But if I were to have anyone you’d be the perfect one.
Your the perfect shooting star.
I wish you were my perfect shooting star.
About Irie Salvador
"Writing is just one of my many passions. It is the strongest one I have. I write to ease my mind. I write my heart. I write my soul’s journey. I write from the window of your soul, because I am your soul." You can reach more of Irie's works at iriesalvador.com
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