Shooting Stars

by Lovely   Jan 12, 2017


It's midnight
(12:01 to be exact)
As I toss shooting stars
Out of lit cigarette butts
Under a moonless sky.

And I can't help but wonder...
Where did all my hopeless wishes go?
And how did I get stuck with
All these burned out dreams...

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    I ask the same questions but I guess life is what you make it.

    Em

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