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it's just another night and I'm staring up at the ceiling I imagined a pure, midnight velvet covered in a canopy of speckles in rich golds and pearly silvers
I watched a star shoot as if it were a bullet in slow motion, elegantly, flying across the jet black blanket of the night we were engulfed in
it made me think of you, how you'd laugh at it, saying you don't believe in wishes from shooting stars; but that's what I put my hopes, my dreams in.
I'd just smile, making a wish nonetheless, that I'd never part with someone like you
when you respect someone so damn much you don't want to lose them
but we're on either sides of the universe, as the skyline splits into two and the only one who can really be blamed is me, and not you.
it was a turn of events and I'm crying out right now, it's a good thing that you'll never see me again, anymore
I can see the stars from my bedroom floor the ceiling we both painted and I wonder do you see the same stars as I do, on your bedroom ceiling we replicated the night sky onto?
because all it takes Is a silly, shooting star and a dream - a wish that your heart makes; and I know that it's wrong that I can't move on
