a r c a n e [Poems]

Star Dust In His Hair

Keep your head up
But not in the clouds
Don't keep it so high that you touch the stars
Because they couldn't take that

Ripping him from his dreams that lie in the stars and they glare at him and his accomplishments as he just laughs while he shakes the star dust out of his hair

Smiling as they rip his dreams away because they don't understand them

So they replace his stars with plastic generic roses

He stares at them as he remembers the stars that he once touched and a tear slips down his cheek as he remembers the glittering sky

They hate him for the stars that are stuck in his hair while they are stuck with their generic roses