Have you ever wondered
How did I get here?
Who left me here?
Often, many say many things
The night and day still rush on
Creating waves of wind
And saddness with it
Sometimes happiness
And rarely fairness
The world is cruel
Treating only those
Who have broken the grave
Of mortal saddness
Taken the coffin and set it aside
Just for a bit longer
While others make efforts
Rotting away through others
Rotting because of their schemes
Their betrayal
All your fault
For you should never trust
A fallen star
Or a supernova
For they,
They do not have stardust
They are made of many other things
Maybe even moondust
But never sacred stardust
Though we are all the same
Some have twisted minds
Some are not from this universe
They aren't made the same
As the trees
Flowers
Grasses
Leaves
They are made from none of this
For they deceive and lie
And lure you in to torture you
But never to treat you right
Never
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The Sun in His Eyes
PoesieStatus: finished . A boy expressing that men can, as well, express the extremity of emotion women can reach. Through traumatic loss. . a book of poetry, to cleanse the soul:)
