ain't first, ain't last

30

stars are alively twinkling,
constellations are appearing.
your eyes keep roaming.

inside your head you've been counting—

hundreds of what if's,
thousands of doubts,
millions of fears,

thoughts, thoughts, and thoughts.

you aren't just like that.

you've been a stardust.
you can freely hush.
for tonight unfold your mask.

you're such a beautiful nova.

no lies, no cries.

but i'd love to hear your dramas,
even your little achievements.

are you going to be a falling star?

then, i wish that you'll love your scar.

forgive yourself.

free your soul on that shelf.

lay on your bed,
and plaster a genuine smile
on your face.

on your imaginative head
plant that you are worthwhile.

a stardust—

nah, a nova like you
is a snow in midnight.

so rest now, take your bow.

sleep well tonight.