Stars above wink down at me,
they care not about the tears,
shed under their mother light,
but for the picturesque image it paints.
Stars above wink down at me,
taunting me with their perfection,
tantalising me with false hopes.
Stars above wink down at me.
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Excerpts of A Chaotic Mind
PoetryWelcome to the inner workings of my mind. The thoughts and emotions I battle and the imaginary scenarios I dream up sometimes. Think of this is as my own public diary. . I will warn there are some themes surrounding mental health, self harming tho...
