close your eyes to see.

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29 August, 2007

The Shooting Star That Killed Him

It's impossible.
I know it.
And I won't deny it.
But thinking of it really breaks a heart.
She's like this shooting star that you've been waiting to appear all night.
So captivating.
So intriguing.
And when it finally appears,
You close your eyes.
And you wish upon it.
1, 2, 3.
And then it's all gone.
Just as mysteriously as it appeared.
And it left you wondering whether that wish of yours is granted.
Makes you wait for an answer.
And there you are, sitting by the shore.
Facing towards the sea, staring at the sky.
Hoping that the star would re-appear again.
Waiting.
Waiting.
And waiting.
Forever, without a reply.
Just to find out on your deathbed,
That it was just a passerby.
Only just a passerby.
And it would never turn up again.

Copyright © Zakk Astoria 2007

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