Nothing More

Little paper stars are hanging
from the fishing line that sticks
To my ceiling, causing dreaming
And I just want them to be real
As I turn the lights down low
I feel the dark drift over me
Confessing and caressing
All this truth into reality
Wishing more and more each day
For something to surprise my mind
And yet I find that
No happy surprise is there
Only the depressing expected

I want nothing more than for
Someone to just hold me up
And say they actually care
When they hold me in their arms
I know that though it is goodbye
I at least meant something
To the people that I now leave behind

So drifting back and forth across
My ceiling as  the  air is shifting
Little paper stars won't you hold on?
Maybe when the time comes
You and I will both be real
And you will keep the darkness away