Wishing at the stars

Sitting in the windowsill.
Lookin up at the stars.
The fresh breeze of the night wind gently strokes my skin.
In the dark night, the stars shine bright.
Cold tears slowly stream down my face.
The full moon above me in the sky, white and bright.
Making my tears twinkle in the moon light.

Arms around my knees, sitting here alone.
Wishing at all the stars;
That you would never have been gone.

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