We could be shining
We could be happy
But we became unhappy
And then chose to be sad
We chose it;
We chose to have unhappy existences
To lose our light
To burn away our elation
To let the world drag us down
And have us begging
But perhaps if we chose to thrive in the dark
We can plant smiles on our faces
Ones that aren't faked
That aren't forced
Ones that are alive
Breathtaking
Our hearts could shine
But they don't
We could be alight with happiness
But we aren't
But perhaps there's ease in difficulty
Darkness in the light
Happy in the sad
Humour in the worst of our souls
Perhaps there's hope in our lives
And perhaps it's something we can live for
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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...
