Why are dreams such a fickle thing?
As you sleep, they fill you with such hope.
Their false promises cover you in wings that don't exist.
But once your eyes open, you are alone again.And stars.
Why do people lie about the stars?
They shine in the sky with a light that has long died.
People say that you can wish upon them, and. Your dreams will come true.
But dreams never come true.And hope.
Why is hope what people turn to?
They build up your confidence, your belief.
It fills you with determination, with perseverance.
But hopes are crushed as you get left behind.

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:: Incandescent ::
PoetryShe looked at the stars, and the stars looked back. Trigger warning, I suppose. After all, it is just my thoughts...