Wishing Reality Upon a Star

When the shooting star comes
And lights up the sky across
I'll find a boy, an ordinary boy
And he will be the one I love
He'll have long fingers that will
Play me like a piano
(Because I think in black and white)
He'll have eyes like the stormy seas
That change from grey to blue to green
(And they'll be turbulent with emotions)
He'll be lanky and will wear sweatshirts
That I can steal any time I want
(I want to feel him around me all the time)
He'll have dark, dark hair that
I'll run my fingers through a lot
(Messy hair is so delicious)
He'll wear ties so I can tug him
In for a kiss on the lips
(I'll put on a dress so we can waltz to no music)
He'll get annoyed when I want to draw
Because it'll take forever to finish
(He'd be too beautiful to capture on canvas)
He'll have a beautiful mind and a beautiful heart
(Just like I wish I had)
This boy will be my soulmate but
He'll never exist because he was made on a wish
(I wish...I wish...this boy could break my heart
because then he would be real...)

A/N: Made at 11:11 on the 11th of July and fixed today. Kind of inspired by Practical Magic and definitely inspired by 'this boy will have holes in his pockets' by beautiful. only tempermental.