The stars burn, do they shine
They fall, do they fulfill your wishes too?
Holding hands as the night begins
I travel to another world
By the mirror as my portal
I look at myself, eyes that give glimpses of hell
I try to seem happy,
As if, no one will die
As if, I never really cried
As if, I was never left behind
As if, my glee and delight weren't a facade
As if... as if my smile's not a painted part
Nobody notices, they never do
Ignoring my existence
A bit too good to be true
The pitiful attachment and weakness, concern and warmth
All synonyms of love, care and comfort
I know it will die
Still they are lost in their own world
And here I am, stuck in my mirror
There isn't an other world
But I want to create one.
Where the moon don't shine
And the stars don't burn
Where the sun isn't bright
Where things are about more than just delight
Where I am loved,
Where I love myself,
Where I'm not ashamed to be me.
Where people speak in poems
and dress in paint
They don't carve you with abuse;
they tell stories instead.
Where the stars don't burn,
They are dim lighters
They don't fall down, so you can wish upon
Because you have already got all you dreamed of.
Holding hands as the night goes on
I want to travel into this world
By the mirror as my portal.
A/N: wow, finally an update after ETERNITY. I wouldn't make excuses and say I was busy and all, I mean I WAS busy but I was lazy too with no motivation to write at all. It took me a lot of time to write this compared to my other poems, all because I haven't written anything in a long time. My last update was on 19oct. I genuinely thankyou all for the support. Love youu
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
