Wishing Upon A Shooting Star

They say wishes do come true,

But they don't.

I was a foolish child,

Wishing upon shooting stars,

Star light,

Star bright,

First star I see to night...

Well, it never came true.

Wishing on stars, 

Its just for foolish kids.

I know now that I was dumb to have my hopes go so high,

To soar above everything,

And then they would come crashing down,

And reality would rear it's big ugly face at me.

I would run away scared and sad.

My soul,

A little bit more torn.

Then I would wish again,

And my soul it, 

It would keep disappearing,

Bit by bit.

Until it was all gone.

So I don't wish upon shooting stars,

Not anymore,

Not since my wishes didn't come true.


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I like this poem because I feel like you put your soul into it like most writers have to do to become great! I like the repetition, like you were really trying to get your point out there to everyone. Overall this is a great poem!!

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misstoria
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I loved this piece. It was very relatable and interesting, However it needs a little work. Such as the fact that not every line has to be capitalized and not every line need punctuation. Think of a poem as a series of sentences. Just like a sentence flows so does a line of poetry. Several lines can make up a sentence with only a beginning capitol letter and an ending punctuation mark. Otherwise this poem is great.

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MissDifferent Review

I really like your poem because it had a lot of
-personal relation
-good word use
-the font and spaces make it easy to read...

It's a very sweet poem and seemingly easy to relate to. Good job.



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