Shooting stars
Flitting past the
Sky in front of me
I whisper not one
Wish.
The air is heavy with
Deranged dream chasers
Innocence not yet lost
Naivety greatly present
But I know
Different.
It will only lead to
Disappointment.
There is no
Wishing, only
Doing.
No
Dreaming,
Only seeing.
No hoping,
Only
Feeling.
yea i know it~s iffy and my title sucks. I have a touch of writer's block :/
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