No amount of shooting stars

or wishing in an daisies

can make you fall for me

the way I fell for you

bur wishes are for fairy tales 

with happy endings

and this is reality

which tends to end in tragedy 

the snow falls, 

and the rain pours,

the stars shoot,

and the boot kicks,

the hand punches,

but it can also hold another's 

love is bold 

I thought what I wanted 

was the love of a prince

and then I found fire

but I found something

way warmer than

all that combined

i left the room

but I let the fire burn

on my candle

soon it spread

I was dead

but the fire burned