Wish upon a star
so many nights so far
no wish will come true.
I wish for a man
to take me by the hand
no one will come.
My fate to be alone
is mine
all Mine to behold.
Strangers who will wait
find nothing in solace
yet a world full of . . .
decrepit lies.
Fill my body before it dies
withering figments of love.
Lying still upon the ground
stars laughing at the sight
I sneer at them
pained I still wait.
Whisper to me
a false pretense
oh,
one more time.
