Thoughtless
Starry nights remind me of
those time
we stay up all night
waiting for shooting stars
to weave our dreams with,
those times when your love
is unceasingly flowing
like the river
and that
holding hands seem
the only thing that matters
in this world,
those were
perfect moments I
thought would last
but then
Van Gogh must be right
to paint the stars with
shades of blue and gray
for you have left me
with tears
and broken promises
and I will forever wonder
if wishes
under shooting stars
do really come true.
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