"Every star burns,a painful thing in exchange for the beauty people admire.
It was my turn to burn,a shining star within the night sky,a bright fire.
It hurts but I can't complain.
For if I do the only thing I will feel is shame.
My desperation for freedom was overtook by my love for attention.
I chose this path with a singular notion.
Every star burns and so did I.
Yet this burning star that flew by,was now just simply something in the sky"
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Words of the Wind
PoetryJust a simple person wanting to experience the world in a better way by writing poetry.Warning I am not a poet nor do I excel in English,so please do not be disappointed.Most of it will be angst but it will depend on you on what every poems meaning...
