Oh Star/
Why do you hide when the sun comes by.
Why do you not shine anymore/
When then morning bird makes his first call.
Why must you put me through this pain/
Oh bright beautiful star.
Here comes the hardest part of my day/
Sitting here waiting for you to come see me again.
Let me see that smile once more/
before you go to sleep.
My little star.
- Beez 08.16.2012
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The Weeping Poems of Beelzebub
PoesíaOld and new poems I have put together for you. These poems I write when I am feeling at my worst...I hope you feel them too. I will add more as the feelings come....
