Tonight I seen a shooting star, and knew that you weren't very far. On that shootint star, moving so fast, I wished I could go back to the past. I would change the way things were, and you'd be with me, not her. I looked up at the fathomless sky, and asked my heavenly father why. Why he let me experience such perfect love, as perfect as the white, gentle dove, only to have it taken so quickly away, with my heart you so roughly did play. I wished that you would love me again, make things the way they always should have been. I wished that my heart will soon mend, I'll find someone to make my suffering end. I want that someone to be you, I don't care what I have to do. I want my love to enrapture your life, I want to be your loving, caring wife. I hope my shooting star will work, because I'm so sick of only feeling hurt.
Reason for writing:
The beautiful sky, it amazes me. And feeling so hurt all the time (of course).
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