He was but a mere mortal
Stuck on the earth
But every night, he would look up
And feel like the emperor of the stars
Their little lights up in the sky
Twinkling on through the darkest nights
Made him feel less alone
Less insignificant.
He was who he was,
And that's okay.
The stars loved him, anyway.
There was a specific field
Where he would go, every day
To watch the sun set,
And the stars appear
He would stay there, all night,
Refusing to let the stars be alone.
He would sleep under their gentle light
Doze off, in the middle of his grassy field
And he felt safe, protected, even though he was out in the open.
The stars were there. They would make sure he's safe.
His infinite hope in the stars
Shined through his soul
And they saw him,
Acknowledged him as the emperor of the stars.
The only one who was always there
From dusk to dawn.
A/N: I was challenged recently to write a poem based off of titles given when I was using a random title generator. Feel free to comment any titles you want a poem built around. I'll try to write something from them. (I reserve the right to decline any requests, though. ^^") Have a nice day!
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Bleeding Hearts
Thơ caI 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...
