We gaze at the stars, wishing, fishing for a miracle
To save us from turning into empty shells
Becoming dry wells
Useless and conforming
Completely norming.
Don't waste your time on shooting stars
Because miracles aren't real.
Muscles are
Your mind is a muscle
Use it
Don't waste it away on the stars
they don't know who we are
And they just might be wishing on us, to save them from turning into black holes
One wish doesn't hurt
And I'll do my best not to be curt
Wishes are dirt
Turn them into dreams
Turn the dreams into goals
Waste no pennies on trolls
Stop wishing; start dreaming.
Don't waste your time on shooting stars
They don't know who we are
To be honest I wish on stars all the time, more for the novelty than anything else.
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Lemon Seeds | A Collection Of Poetry
PoetryLife Lemons And a little bit of everything inbetween -Enjoy- Warning: This poetry, like a lemon, can be sour, bitter, and make your eyes water a little. Ingest with caution, and don't forget to spit out the seeds.
