When I was six,
I wished upon a shooting star for what I most desired.
I wished for a pony to ride across rainbows.
When I was nine,
I wished upon a shooting star for what I most desired.
I wished for a best friend to laugh with.
When I was 12,
I wished upon a shooting star for what I most desired.
I wished for my parents to stop fighting and love each other again.
When I was 15,
I wished upon a shooting star for what I most deisred.
I wished for his kiss upon mine and our hands to be held until forever.
Now,
I've stopped wishing upon shooting stars.
There is no magic in dying stars. Only the prayers of young children, weighing them down.