I want what I can't have.
I get so worked up with chasing a shooting star,
and see it vanish before I could even start.
I run under the stars and the moon.
waiting for another chance for my hopeless wishes.
But before I could even say "I wish", it vanishes.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
