Reaching for the stars
But they seem so very far
And I'm still stuck on the ground
Stranded, never to be found
Reaching up, up into the brilliant sky
But it's far too high
I'm afraid that the stars
Are but a memory
A flash of better yesterdays
An idea of what could have been
I can't touch them.
How do I know they're there?
I'm full of doubt.
Are the stars really present,
Up in the vast sky?
Should I trust what I see with my eyes?
They might only show
What I want to see...
Do my eyes deceive me?
Are the stars really there?
Are my only source of comfort
Even real?
Is it just another illusion
Made to make me feel less alone?
I guess I'll never know.
Stuck down on earth
No way to go up
And sit among the stars
No way to make sure
That they're real, they're there.
I have to believe what I see.
But I think my eyes
Might be deceiving me.
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Bleeding Hearts
PoesieI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
