Every night,
I look out my window
And watch the stars.
Do you know why I like the stars?
Because there's so many of them.
Do you know why I hate the stars?
Because there's so many of them.
Stars are lost everyday,
Thousands of them,
And we don't even realise it,
Until hundreds of years later.
We're just the same,
Except no one realises,
After the years pass by.
We're forgotten,
And those stars,
Will too,
Be forgotten.
So when you look up,
Up to the night sky,
Think about the stars,
And how you're just like them.
YOU ARE READING
My Lonely Pathos
PoetryA series of poems, songs and whatever else is screaming in my mind. Pathos isn't something that comes to me, but when it does, it's written down and shared for those to see.
