Stars are made from nothing but gas,
they are million of light years away.
Yet, every night
they appear winking back at me.
Stars are easy to love;
they are unaware of your existence
acceptant of your love
and, they're also nice to look at-
which is a bonus.
They will also melt the flesh of your bones,
if you get too close.
I guess loving you,
was like loving my own personal star
for millenniums, I kept you at arms length
afraid you would blind me but,
as I circled your orbit,
I found your gravity sucking me in.
I was infatuated by your bright eyes and
twinkling smile
and I fell hard.
Dead before I even hit the ground.
You got to close and seizing your opportunity;
you ripped the skin from my-
fragile bones layer, by layer,
by layer
and I let you.
The worst part is:
I survived.
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Author:
Daisy Blake (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 8th, 2017 15:20
- Category: Love
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Comments1
THANKS DAISY ~ FOR SHARING YOUR FIRST POEM. It is an elegantly written poem ~ but with a very poignant and sad story. Love your analogy about the star ~ and comparing it with a person (also in your mind a star) who ~ when you got too close~ burned you up ~ but not out so you survived. Many on this site (including my self at a less painful level ~ but Ladies can burn !) have experience deep hurt from someone they loved and trusted. I am trusting and praying that you will learn to love and trust again ! Yours BRIAN (UK) Please check my poems ~ Thanks B
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