"Wish I may,
wish I might..."
I whisper as stars fall:
trails of white-fire light.
I thought maybe
we had a chance...
At love (at like),
at this odd dance...
But who 'm I kidding.
What did they say?
"...Ought to have known
it'd turn this way."
"Wish I may,
wish I might"
have my heart
returned tonight.
I see it now,
but it's too late
(and you are gone,
at any rate).
...Wished on a star,
just to hold you...
Yet now my skies
are slate, not blue.
"Wish I may,
wish I might,"
...But stars can't make
what's shattered right.
A shooting star,
a wish, a hope;
dashed and shattered...
Yet, I'll cope.
There is no place
for you and me...
And love is not
our destiny.
"Wish I may,
wish I might..."
No, stars can't help
my foolish plight.
Many stars fall
(as their design)...
They will
till end of time.
Yet no matter how hard I wish,
the skies will wax utterly bare...
--lose every single lasting light--
Before they heed my prayer.
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