🌸Poetry book🌸

Stars in the sky🌠✨

I like to think that stars are each individual's dreams.
To each individual, what life means.

Every dream, every hope to make fly,
adds to the collection, of stars in the sky.

But what use is dreaming, if dreaming doesn't make it real?
What use is feeling if it's just the way we feel?

Only the sky can hold the stars, the ground finds them much too heavy.
If the ground can't hold them, neither can I, so why do they matter so much to me?

From here the stars seem so distant
something that could never actually be existent.

A dream will never mean anything more than a star to gleam
Until they all come crashing down, always bound, to hit the ground.

The ground won't look so great, 
with all these stars causing it to break.
The ground will be the dreamer's to hate,
even though they're the ones that put it at steak.

The ground is nothing but wreckage, endless craters to clean,
but maybe at night they'll see the stars,
and know they can still dream.

Because stars have people from afar,
to tell them how lovely they are.
Oh, what's it like to be a star?
Just another star in the sky.

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This poem is about having dreams that seem far-fetched or unrealistic, and how it can destroy you when you really want something but have no way of achieving it, and wanting something else makes everything else you have look...bad.
It was also written about me only ever wanting to be an artist or an author, two very unstable career choices. And how every other job seems boring and unfulfilling.