The beautiful stars in the sky
Glimmering like a shimmer of hope
Sparkling like a beautiful gem.
The lonely stars in the sky
Glimmering like a sliver of sadness
Sparkling like a teardrop in her eye.
She is a star,
Beautiful,
Glorious,
Radiant.
She is a star.
One of the 3 billion stars that make up our night sky.
If she left,
If she just disappeared forever,
No one would notice a thing.
The people she thought loved her
Would quickly forget her existence.
They people she thought were her friends
Wouldn't even realise her absence.
It's not until she reappears after years
That they notice.
That they remember her.
Her sudden presence reminds them that they hadn't seen her in forever.
Do they care?
No.
Do they forget her?
Yes.
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PoetryHighest - #36 in Poetry "Not only did I love her, but I could tell the universe loved her, too. More than others. She was different. After all, I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair." -Christ...
