Darkness: the state or quality of being dark; or lack of knowledge or enlightenment.
Our stars will burn bright.
All through the night.
While the happy sleep.
And the sad weep.
Darkness and struggle pursues.
I am only glued.
What I thought was true.
And away it flew.
Stars burn bright.
Stars burn dark.
I burn inside.
I am love mark'd.
Stars can burn bright, but for all who don't know, stars can also burn dark.
Like a black hole, a dying star burns.
Like a cold soul, a stone heart turns.
While everyone is happy, one is sad.
And while many were ecstatic.
They lose what they previously had.
See love is a mystery.
And you and I are the clue.
While your eyes are still glittery.
Somehow I am left with rue.
Regrets and remorse.
But not towards you.
Towards those who think their path is fixed for just a few.
The stars don't decide who you fall for.
They decide when you do.
While not aware of time.
The stars make dreams true. Sleeping inside.
Your weary heart knew;
That after all this pain I had finally found June.
I was a sleeping mess, but I'm awake instead.
I've been in a crashing river, still I tread.
Struggles and darkness, I was living dead;
But then a spark flew, and June and I fled.
Bright/Mystery/You
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