• artsynarcissus 36w

    The Girl of the Stars

    Her peaceful mind got out of any control.
    She keeps looking at the lighting of stars
    And pretending it is not her heart's fault.
    Saying it's okay, and hiding her scars.

    No one ever glanced at her pair of eyes.
    Nobody asked her again ever since.
    Even they knew about her rueful lies.
    Even the sorrowful words did convinced.

    Her soul as bright as the lights the last night,
    The clouds as gloomy as her feelings.
    She didn't know if she does it right
    Or with what she is really dealing.

    Unpeaceful mind during the restful night,
    Causing the stars seem to be not that bright.