I wrote this a long time ago, and with a few changes I now decided to put it up. Hope you like it!
I've always been at the bottom
There and always forgotten
When the stargazers watch
what looks like a burnt out star
overlooking the one who has it all
Now the paths are beginning to open
But I keep hearing the words that you have spoken
The yelling and screaming for me to save you
Tearing and breaking me, but what am I supposed to do?
So I'll be that shooting star
To help find out who we are
Because every path that we take
A pit that follows we can't shake
In the end this is how it goes
when the stargazers begin to glow
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Paths in Life
PoetryThese are the poems about life. The good times, hard time, and all the in between. Most of these poems come from personal experiences, some come from things I have seen from other people. This is life and sometimes... it sucks.
