Silver Star
Where are you?
The sky is clear tonight but I don’t see my
star.
It’s been raining since Thursday night but
tonight when I thought I could finally see a glimpse of your light before the
clouds hide you away, you are absent from the sky. Come back here, love, I have
missed you. If only you knew, it wasn’t me you should hide away from but the
clouds—with their depressed colors and darkest shades of gray, the ones that
took away your light or simply cover it but you were too shy to break free. I
would offer you my embrace but I knew it would only drift you away, for you had
been scared all your life to collide your dust and result an impact, so big you
could crush your all.
“It’s the irony of the beauty,” you said.
“Then how long are you going to keep on
running from the stories that have been written before us?” I replied. A long
pause. “How are you so afraid of deceasing into nothing when you’ve been
practically dead all this time by avoiding to shine?” asked me again.
I would buy the most powerful telescope in
this world just so I can see you, climb the highest tower in this world just to
get closer to you, but none of them would matter, if you wouldn’t let me to. And
there could be millions of stars lighten up the sky but there is only one that
would catch my eyes, my brightest star of them all, my silver star.
Because I love you,
and I miss you,
so ridiculously much.
Please comeback here to my horizon and let
me see you,
let me love you.
bylilacrose // Silver
Star
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