I do not aspire to recreate the stars.
I do not inspire to be the hearts
Of the souls that name flashes and glitters.
I am inspired by thoughts and words
Of such high status names.
My candle lit by their burning star gas.
For everyone contains a deviant twinkle,
Only we should aspire
To fuel it to burn the brightest it can.
We are made a stardust and supernovas.
So we must trust our heart
And not suffer from insanity because,
We will never be just simply our failures.
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Chevron Notebook
ŞiirA composition of personal poems from a mind of a teenager searching for relation, happiness, and mental stability through her day to day struggles. Writing in hopes that when you read you can find some relation to her writing so you know you're not...
