With confused and crushed hearts
Trying to make sense of life in parts
They aimlessly search for direction
Adamant at living a life filled with affection.
Looking to find solace
Even in the nooks, where it is hopeless
Desperate, at bringing life to a meaningful end
They depend on shooting stars, their new best friend.
Very often, the ones they care about
Are left unaware, living in doubt
For them, nothing is ever enough
True love is always this tough.
They wish for the one they want
Trying to act nonchalant
Never realising that they are
Another's wish on the same shooting star.