Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

I hoped the timing was better,
that destiny wasn’t so cruel,
I wish we layed eyes on each other when the odds were in our favour, nevertheless,
your pretty brown eyes, and your cheeky smile will always be engraved in the walls of my memory.
Because after all, shooting stars are merely burning rocks,
and wishes don’t come true.
and so I stare from faraway longing for that which I can’t have.