How does one sum up the beauty in something as surreal as stars?
How does one describe the feeling in your heart
When you look up, up, into the velvety black sky
And see the twinkle of little lights
There to guide you through your journey.
They're constant, the stars.
No matter where you are, if you look up, you'll see them
They're not like the moon, either. They never leave you.
When you see the stars, you're connected
With countless others across the world,
Who are looking at them, appreciating their beauty.
Starlight, star bright. Shining through the darkest night.
There for you, and there for me.
The only constant, convenient thing
In a world that's always changing
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Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI 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...
