A Dosage of my Poem

The Falling Stars

That cold breeze in the middle of the night

Calming our senses removing my fright

The glowing stars and the moon so bright

Illuminating the dark field with the moonlight

I remember back then when we looked up to the sky

The stars were dancing they were so high

We stayed for hours as we count those falling stars

We fight for our sleepiness, we even played the guitars

We were so happy, that we keep doing it

We enjoyed every moment everything was in fit

It was like were inside a story, a story of fantasy

Everything was meant to be, it was like a destiny

You said for every falling star I can wish everything

Even though it's nonsense or an impossible thing

You made me believe and hold on to that dream

To never forget and to achieve something

I thought that our story will be ending happily

That's why I didn't thought it will end up in tragedy

Even my own memories were mocking me

That I tried to brush of the truth reality

That's why I keep wishing upon those falling stars

To grant the only thing that I wanted so far

To spend just one more day, just a day with you

I waited every night for it to come true

You said I can wish for everything that I wanted to

I suddenly remembered you didn't say it will come true

You made me realize that everything is through

That you are now gone and will be watching for me too

I'm alone here outside sitting under the night

Making me feel the cold breeze and sensing some fright

The sky is up with stars and moon so bright

Illuminating this dark filed with the beautiful moonlight

I just saw a shooting star fell near by

That was probably the brightest one I saw so far

Maybe it was you who send that falling star

Making me wish for my wounds to become a scar

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I remember writing this 4 years ago, I was like 16 or 17 years old. 

For some reason, that time I was feeling melancholy.

I went outside to stargaze, but I'm living in a city where the light and air pollution makes it hard to see the stars. 

I don't know if what I saw that time was a real shooting star, considering that it was impossible to see, but that urge me to write this. 

And now, I don't know what to feel about it.

The image is not mine.