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Manufactured Shooting Stars MAG
I hate to admit it …
But I have never seen a shooting star.
No matter how hard I look
At the moon-lit and star-drenched
Lunar heavens that stretch so far above me.
I have never held my breath
And counted to ten
Or clicked my heels three times
In order to let go of my heart sorrows,
And let them fly away with a comet.
The closest I have ever come
Was to listen to your words.
I love your speech whispered against my temple.
Sometimes I closed my eyes and tucked them away
And turned those beautiful words into my own
Manufactured shooting stars.
I dissolved them in the night sky.
Because I didn't truly believe you.
Though I haven't stopped staring at the night sky,
I've stopped looking for those wishing stars,
I just let the skyline
Do my dreaming.
I don't want to desire so hard that I lose myself,
I don't want to make up reasons to return your warm and lying words.
I don't want to pin myself on a piece of space rock,
No matter how
I just want to live without this thoughtless wishing.