A night in the outside,
Begging not for light, but for darkness,
To be seen.
Stars, take form of what your heart wants to see,
Secret wish granters, in disguise
Painful, for those who remind themselves of good memories,
With their aid.
I hope for them ,they fade.
I see the stars fade away into the light,
Slowly jading, fading, dying
In the morning light,
‘Don’t go away,
I begged as they gave me for one last time,
What I wished to see for a lifetime.