Shooting Star

(a metaphor about guys..mostly about the ones i end up encountering)

I looked to the sky, as I do every night.
To my surprise, there was something new shining bright.
Now, this star seemed different in a way I couldn't say.
Like it wanted to stay, but was being called away.
As I watched it in the sky, the star touched my soul.
For once in my life I felt as if I were whole.
The longer I stared, the stronger the feelings got.
And thats when the star fell from its spot.
Shooting across the sky, away it went.
I wished for it to stay, but it didn't.
As soon as it left my view,
I couldn't deny it, for I knew it was true.
No shooting star is different, they're all the same.
They'll leave your life just as fast as they came.