It's three A.M. and I'm waiting for this wonderful meteor shower,
Gods work of art, and all I want is to have one single shooting star,
only one, to help give me the solidification I need for us. I just want to close my eyes and wish on that piece of comet debris to put my messy heart at ease.

This extravagant even was supposed to start at 2...
I'm beginning to lose hope in it as a whole.

and now I'm thinking am I having a real life symbolic moment? Like is the universe trying to be novelistic right now?
Showing me that maybe our souls aren't for one another.

It's freezing for a summer night.
Every time the wind blows I get a little chillier.

The sky is beyond clear. I feel like if I look deeply enough into it perhaps
I'd see my reflection. I can see every star visible to the city dwellers eye;
3:15 still no shooting stars.

I've always wondered what happens if the stars just didn't show up one night, well now I can tell you, heartache.

Nothing but the sound of a heartbreaking can be heard across this small city.