Friday, February 27, 2009
The Brightest Star
Shooting stars with guns,
To watch the wax rain on what's left of your rose cheeks.
We say farewell under the cremated stars and skeletons.
Looking up at your haunting constellations,
We’ll inject this wish on our star:
I wish I may,
I wish I might,
I wish the skies
Weren't closed tonight.
Oh and just in case the stars don't shine,
Just wait, don't blink, don't cry, don't whine.
They're not dead yet, nope.
Just making way for the Führer.
For one star shines so brighter than them
You'll see her in the mirror.
And when you see her, hush..
Don't make a sound,
Not a single word.
Just make a wish inside your heart
Trust me, it will all be heard.
And I'll wish upon the same star too,
And I'll wish a wish that your wish comes true.
Amin.
I'm still amazed by the night sky. Every single star that shines represent something important in our lives. I don't know how I know it, but I just feel they do. It's mystical. Okay I'm weird, I know.
Oh well. Anyways, just so you know, life's been pretty much the same. Still as complicated. So yeah. Haha.. I'm sorry for those affected, I kinda left the blog unattended 'cuz I didn't really know what to write and where to begin. Let me remain mysterious for now. Let your mind wonder. It's great exercise. Heh.
I'll write again soon. Cherios.
reminisced;
- 12:01 AM