Second Star

It’s that second star, the one on the right
that shines when the night is young.
It’s the nautical star that guides you tonight;
calling you with its beautiful song.

But you are not my Peter Pan,
nor you have ever been.
I liked to believe in you, to believe that you are my super man.
The one that no one has ever seen.

I gave up on finding the place where dreams come true;
I gave up on the reasons of growing up.
So the second star I got tattooed
will remain there forever, like a reminder of the love lost.