There was a time when I'd see lightning fall and strike.
I'd look up to it, for I thought it the only light in my life.Along with lightning are it's friends, the dark and stormy clouds.
Which always kept me from the stars, that now make me so proud.
One day by what many a person would call chance,
I looked through the clouds, and saw the stars light at last.The lighting would lash out about one of my favorite stars,
The lightning was jealous, over my new friends so close to Mars.
One day, I became the thunder and lashed out at the lightning.
I hurt her feelings with the truth, and now she treats me with silence.I hold regret in my heart, the clouds are gone but so is some of the light.
I can now be with the stars, but lighting is missing from my life.
But who knows and whose to say?
Maybe lightning will come back, as a star someday.
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Poetry and Feels
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