This life is made of wishes
Dreams as plentiful as stars
But as all of Heaven's skylights do
Your hopes burn out
...
Maybe I treat you better
Than the girl you had before
That doesn't mean my soul
Is a lighter shade of black
...
I'm a young girl in Indiana. I've got so much emotion, and my favorite way to show it is with writing, especially poetry and lyric writing. I have many passions, such as singing, the environment, fantasy, and more. This includes writing, of course!)
Box Of Fallen Stars
This life is made of wishes
Dreams as plentiful as stars
But as all of Heaven's skylights do
Your hopes burn out
Catch fire
And plummet from their place in darkened nightfall
And our world forgets
Forgets the strength and beauty
Of things beyond our reach
You keep hold of these wishes
Stored in ill-lit cardboard boxes
For the darkest days
When your stars refuse to shine
But through years of lost ambitions
Your collection has gone bare
Only star dust in a dampened box
That you left to soak up rain
And what is left of your life of dreams?
A garden of emptied boxes
Lining city streets
Withered and dying
Once thriving with hope and promises
But shown too many rainy days
What's left is a sky with a loss of light
A loss of hope
There's only shooting stars
And wishes burning through the atmosphere