Star gazer

We were once a star-crossed lovers
But not anymore
Because you became of of them.
A star.

We used to look at the sky together,
Now it’s only me, looking for you
Where could you be?

I’m always waiting for a
shooting star,
hoping that one day you will come
falling back to me.

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