holding my hands to my head at nighti’ll wish upon fallen starsjust like we fell from eachotheri’ll dream of perfectionbut my gray skied past stains asky blue future of what could have beenshould have been but never wasregrets line every page of this tattered bookthis parchment stained with tearsunforgiving of the pastreflecting on my chosen pathrealizing broken things aren’t beautifulbut you, you were beautiful to medo you remember when what we had was beautiful?we were beautiful together……what have we got now?no, nothing, maybe memories?but thats allall i will ever be now…….just a memoryi’ll wish upon fallen starsjust like we fell from eachotheri’ll dream of perfectionbut my gray skied past stains asky blue future of what could have beenshould have been but never was