I looked at the star filled sky
And like the stars,
you were.
You shined brightest in the darkness.
Giving others joy and happiness,
A source of light when they needed it the most.
I look at the starless sky
And like the stars,
You are.
You are gone.
Filling them with false hope ,
(That perhaps, you'll come back when it's dark down here again [ but those times are over ] and we both know you're not coming back)
Or maybe you've given them a new hope
that now it's their chance to be their own stars.
To be lights.
Be their own joy and happiness
And most importantly
To be burn bright.
You did.
And you know,
Knew
That now they are the lights.
Borned burning bright
And dying supernovas.
(And even though they'll miss the stars they won't need it anymore.)
-b.h.l
