Wishing On Stars

Every Evening,
After Sun Down,
And the Beginning of Night,
Staring Out Into the Dark Sky,
Searching for that One lonely Star Shining
Against the Black Blanket Of Shadows,
Like A Single White Rose In A Bouquet Of Red,
Wishing For One Small Thing,
To See The Young Man Haunting My Dreams,
And To Finally Meet Him Before He Leaves.
But as I wish once again,
Finally got something that I should be proud of…
It was lonesome at first…
But not its not anymore,
Since I’ve got you right where I wanted you,
Again.