This poem is a description about how teenagers often feel about others; but they don't have the guts to speak up - so they end all through their teen-age life wishing that they had spoken up.
As I stare at the sky,
I see a shooting star.
I think of you
And all that we could be.
I made a wish
Upon that shooting star,
Hoping you would love me
The way that I love you.
When I looked into your eyes
I knew it was true;
I loved you,
And I thought you loved me too.
Day after day,
I wish you would hold me tight.
Kiss me with your soft gentle lips,
And say that you love me.
I love you more than words could say;
I wish I could hold you night and day.
I'll love you always and forever,
Even if you don't love me.
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