Stars Poem by Broken Angel

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Watching the stars,
from the top of my bed,
through my window.
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A tear falls,
knowing,
I don't have the thing I really want; Love.
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Not knowing the future,
so I wish upon the stars,
that I find what I'm looking for.
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Another falls,
feeling the faith slipping,
so fast leaving one breathless.
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Unable to breathe,
because the fear is to much,
unclear of the future.
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Dwelling,
on what's coming next,
one last tear falls.
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Trying to catch it; knowing maybe,
that its the last,
hold of hope left.
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written: 2/17/06