The Falling Stars

⋆𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘦⋆

When my vision fades to black,

And all my senses fail to sense what's around.

There's only one thing that illuminates my path,

It's the stars that have fallen to the ground.

And these stars are no longer bright,

Or twinkling as we thought they were.

They've fallen a long way from the sky,

And their twinkle has become a dull flicker.

When we were young, they were little stars,

And we sang to them as they twinkled in the sky.

And how we wondered what they are,

But we both have changed over time.

I remember wishing on it as it fell,

I wished for never having to fall again.

But that star was like me, dying far more than I could tell.

Hoping that as it burned, the pain would fade away.

And know, another fallen star has graced the sand.

Sending it's last light into the first home of life.

And I'll tell you, my wish didn't come true as planned.

But someone else was blessed, and so I was fine.

And so, I did fall.

But I hope I was like a falling star for someone.

While people wished, it wasn't for me at all.

And a part of me escaped as I fell far from the Sun.

Did my thoughts shower down you like the rain?

Did your wish come true that day?

Because now I hope, that my tears washed away your pain.

And I too, had lit up a hopeful one's way.

I hoped someone would catch me,

But who would catch a falling ball of fire?

Who would burn their hands for me?

Who would stop for something that won't go higher?

But I, who had no goals in life.

Who was told that I must dream to go far.

Who was told to shoot for that bright moon in the sky.

And if I did, I'd at least land among the stars.

Here I am, hoping that I'm one of the million lights,

That once drew patterns across the great expanse.

Hoping, that even though I couldn't fly,

I land among the fallen stars, did I have that chance?

I hope I'm at least one of the stars that have fallen,

As I lie, motionless in the quiet night.

And at the same time, the wind that carried the soft pollen,

Also carried the wishes of those who wished things right.

The stars on the ground are purple,

And so is my broken heart.

The body I rest in is purple,

Just like the sky that knocked down the falling stars.

My bruises are a hot, burning purple,

Tattooed with my mistakes.

My lips are a cold, quivering purple,

As I softly called out for help again.

Some say love is purple,

Some say it's your blood.

But I know; it can only be the pain, the envy, the hurt.

And the drops of tears that flood.

Stars breathe life into the Earth.

They make fallen petals dance in the dirt.

They strum the branches around a tree's girth.

And they die for someone else's birth.

I don't want to die, I really want to live.

I want to feel what it's like to feel alive.

And though, I may not have much to give

The purple has helped me to see things right.

I envy those who stand tall,

While all I can do is lie.

The people who wished on me, bore fruit from my fall.

But someday, I hope I'll rise. 

I hope that one day, the bruises heal.

That one day, I can dare to shine.

And I won't have to be afraid to feel.

And I'll live my life to the fullest this time.

I hope I can learn to love someone,

Myself before anyone else.

I hope to see the purple in more than just bruises and blood.

I hope to have a dream for myself.

I hope that this fall won't hold me down,

With the rest of the stars underneath.

I hope that I don't have to forever lie on the ground,

And have the purple amethysts as my only company.

I hope that I too, can achieve,

And not just be the stepping stone in someone's life.

I hope my story's more than just a tragedy.

I hope someone will wish for me this time.

And I hope that one day, the bruises will all fade to green.

And that the persisting pain shall one day leave.

And even if my skin loses color and my blood recedes.

That burning purple I shall forever feel.

~Lonely Comets

12.10.18

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