I look at the stars and wonder,
when will I become one?
Will I ever become one?
Will I ever get to shine like it?
Will I ever get to make someone smile?
I look at the stars and my heart begins to beat faster,
my blood is rushing and my tears start to run down my blushed cheeks.
I have so much hope in me,
so much hope that can only be visible if you wish to see.
Just like the stars,
I'm visible,
but invisible to the reckless eye.
You see the moon; the brightest star,
but you miss the tiny me that's right beside.
However, I promise you.
I promise you that one day I will shine,
Not like the moon,
but like the sun;
the even brightest star.
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There are so many people out there losing hope. Let's give them some, shall we?
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Forsaking My End
PoetryWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
