Wishing On a Star

I can’t keep wishing on a star that’s never going to shine. I can’t keep looking in the sky, in the hope that maybe a shooting star will fly across the midnight abyss lighting up in different shades of red and yellow. It’s foolish and naive to believe that wishes come true, but I can’t stop wishing just like I can’t stop breathing. To stop wishing would be to stop living.

I wish I could stop loving you.