The withered flower;
it sits in the middle of two seas
the points where they meet
Its thorns so sharp
they cut the ground
and rip apart
the beauty of
Hearts
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• lost stars
PoetryWe are stars. Every one of us. A fire burns inside us, so strong that it in the end it will destroy us. We are stars that have lost their twinkle, their light. We are stars that need to be rekindled, relighted. We are stars and we have lost our ligh...
Ripped Apart
The withered flower;
it sits in the middle of two seas
the points where they meet
Its thorns so sharp
they cut the ground
and rip apart
the beauty of
Hearts
