What are fallen stars?
Are they
Faded dreams,
Disappointments
Streaking across the night sky
Resoundingly repeating and Reminding us of our failures, or,
Are they
The gaiety of children
Running amuck
Amongst the planets
Causing mischief and mayhem?
Could it be
That they are missives
Just for me
Of a love waiting patiently?
A love
I have yet to find,
Divine,
A love all mine
Could fallen stars be
Tears of a broken heart
Broken once too many,
Or love sabotaged?
For you see,
I have yet to find
My true love
But in searching
I have drowned...
In many a
Mirage
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IF LOVE WAS A GUN;
THERE WOULD BE FREQUENT MISFIRES.
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Fallen Stars
PoetryA collection of poetry, prose, brevity, musings, writings and chaotic scribbling from dachaoticmind.
