The stars fall in love in September. Well, maybe just a part of them and the rest just shine. They fall just to be caught, maybe they fall just to be missed by the eerie sky. Some stars have to burn. Some of them breathe fire to survive. Some of them turn to dust when they land on the greedy earth. They are all starts, but they are blinded by each other's light, they are unable to see what's beyond all that. We are stars, me and you. You are standing up in the dreamy sky and I turned to dust because I have fallen for you a hundred times. We are separated by the distance between heaven and the ground and sometimes I wish we would cease for a while. Sometimes I wish you would see me because I have a feeling that I sparkle only when your eyes meet mine. In September I became addicted to you. Ask me why, and I won't tell you as the words would die in the back of my shallow throat. I might be crazy, but I swear I feel something I think about you every other day. you are the only star that I need, you are the only one that I notice out of millions of other ones. I am probably making all this up but I am yearning for your ice cold touch and almost dying for that haunting smile. A smile that I see every time I close my eyes. Your presence is following me everywhere, I feel you next to me even when you're just next to her. I meet you in my dreams, while you are probably dreaming about her. My sky is full of you, and yours is full of hers. So maybe in another life I will be her. Maybe in another life it would be me standing next to you The star I have been dreaming of for a while.