People often compared stars with,
Love.
They collide and destroy, Merciless
They burn out for life. Selfless
But, stars always were about balance.
I started creating my universe,
When I think of stars, all my mind can show,
Is an embedded verse.
A verse that always had been a curse,
To the fool, to the strong.
Not to the weak, no.
The one that isn’t delusional of vulnerability,
The verse.
|When you look up to the stars,
You see hope. Light.
Yellow color in the night,
Wasn’t of the stars.
It was you, your soul. Your scars.
Your hope. Pain of your sane.
You’re yellow paint…
But it’s fact that the stars are dead.
Not even paint can take the pain away. Not even the end.
It’s delusional.
That’s love.|
The thought that was forced on me,
But oh my mind, don’t you think
Love is something blue, not…
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