YOUR STAR
Look at the sky, how the stargazers stare at the stars perfectly.
A shining star could burn your wide eyes from sweet reality.
If you could touch them,
It would carry you outrageously without you knowing it.
Days passed by, but the stars remain in their place.
Nothing would change; nothing would scatter out.
If you remember what I said to you under the stars,
"Let me hold your hand, not just for a while."
Weeks will never erase your existence.
The stars shine bright, as bright as your smile.
You made me weak, fragile, and delicate as a wine glass.
"Can I touch your face like before?"
I'm a prisoner of constellations, a slave to galaxies.
I'm alone, I'm not free from the darkness inside of me.
If you light my way to get out of this catastrophe,
"Please stay with me, I don't know how to live without you."
The planets revolve in the minds of a thousand entities.
You can shake my heart as fast as the falling stars.
Meteors, comets, asteroids—none of them would shine.
You never know how essential you are.
On the last day that I'll stay on the moon,
You will greet me for how strong I am without you.
"My star is greater than your star. You left me—I shine for myself."
The tears in your eyes began to flow. Goodbye, my old shining star.
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death without dreams (Republished)
PoesíaIn the dance of light and shadow, I travel through the bittersweet valley of lost dreams, where joy and sorrow share space. "Death Without Dreams" delves into these complexities, revealing resentments, nostalgia, and short-lived moments of hope that...
