Thursday, January 12, 2012

Oh, Mr. Shooting Star,

Walking out of the high school, 7pm. Cold winter night.
Smiling to the stars, iPod in hand, walking down the road.
All I could think about was you.
You've made me the happiest I've ever been.
I have no shame, walking along, singing my heart out to a song that makes me smile no matter what mood I'm in.
Right before my mom pulls up in front of me, I gaze up at the sky and take one last look at the beautiful starry night.
My mom's approaching in the suburban.
That's when the shooting star showed its face.
Glowing bright, and speeding across the sky.
Before I knew it, it was gone. And I hadn't wished for anything.
Then I realized... I had nothing to wish for. Everything I wanted, I had.
I was happy.
You... Without you, this happiness wouldn't exist for me.
You're my everything.
All I ever think about is you, and how perfect you are.

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