I want to wish upon a shooting star

to change the person that you are.

To warm your cold, shallow, veins.

For you to change your hurtful ways.

If I had an eraser that wipes the pain away,

I’d scrub it all until the positive stays.

I would take all the magic in the world

to bring back that little girl.

The little girl I see in your eyes

hidden behind a wall, built of lies.

I want to take a flame to the waxes around your heart

maybe melting it would make a start.

I want to turn back the gears of time

so I can physically see the innocents in your mind.

I see that shooting stars

in your eyes.

Only you can change who you are

and to break down the wall, to find the little girl behind the lies.