As she sits beneath the stars and talks to the unknown they listen to every word she says in her tiny whispers. Asking for difference, asking for change.
They listen closer as she gets quieter asking for forgiveness and another chance.
They frown as they see one of their brightest stars flicker and slowly fade through out time and through out pain.
They see their star cry and weep,
They see her beg and plead
They see her scream and whisper.
But can't do nothing for her,
But quietly give advice,
and promise it will get better to look apon them and wish for ever and ever.
YOU ARE READING
Truth
RandomNOT a real story more like a few things that I use to write in notebooks but decided to put them on here.. Not all are mature more meaningful then anything
