Love

As i stare at the sky.

I see a shooting star.

I think of you.

And all that we could be.

I made a wish

Upon that shooting star,

Hoping you would love me.

The way that i love you.

When i looked into your eyes

I knew it was true;

I loved you,

And i thought you loved me too.

Since then you found a girl;

I wish that i was her.

But i am not,

And  won't stop wishing for you.

Day after day,

I wish you could hold me tight.

Kiss me with your soft gentle lips,

And saying you love her.