We are made of dust, and dust is made of us
So are stars
Can you discuss?
We shine even though we can't see our light
So do stars
Is that right?
We will run out of fuel someday
So will stars
Do we make our own way?
We will feel big and then deflate
So will stars
Why complicate?
And I fascinate
How we demonstrate
We and starts are duplicate
We feel a hole inside and we gravitate
And when we get gone, we devastate
Then why do we hate?
Looks like I got a point where we alternate
Us in water, them in void, but we all fluctuate
In a different form, but that's what we are
I am a star...I shine
You are a star...You shine
We all...Have scars
But we shine, yes, we shine infrared
And without us, nothing would be the same
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Little Big Somethings
PoetryHighest rank: #15 in Snippets 02/12/2018 #36 in Poetry! 04/02/2017 Life is strange, I make it stranger. We need to enjoy the little things! They are big. Does this seem non-sense? Read the line before ;)
