Lost Star
Trying to find
The end light
Of the never-ending climb
Wet and cold
But full of courage
Body aching,
Slightly damaged
Weak at body
Strong at heart
The will of goodness
Driven by art
Tear and crumples
The highest hurdles
Made possible
With threads and needles
Impossible dream
Finally owned
The lost star
Finally home
Stars are the ones who guide us when we're lost.. So how can a star itself be lost?
Sigh~
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Love, Pain & Poetry [✓]
PoetryI think of you. I think of you in the very depths of my mind. Like Lava you flowed through, Burning my brain cells to dysfunction. A collection of original poems and prose about Love, Pain, and Poetry.
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