When I have nights like these, when the insomnia catches up to me
I imagine what the sky must look like and I count the stars
I think that they don't shine for us, I think their glow is the way of crying
"Notice me, I'm important, I can do good"
Perhaps they're searching for meaning
Aren't they afraid of burning out?
I'm afraid
Do they ever think they're not good enough, that they could have been better?
That they could have been a sun or a planet but, they missed their opportunity
I wonder if those constellations are their family members
Do they get into fights with their parents, do they run away and write about it?
I wonder if the stars live like us but, what would I know?
I haven't seen a star in decades
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Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
