I reached for the stars,
Whilst they burned their glow
Deep in my scars.
The stars were pretty, so was my nightsky,
And I saw hope, and I saw a fulfilled life.
Yet I never knew,
My beautiful stars will make me cry.
My nightingale, or a fairytale,
Or they were just a nail,
Which I struck and
Broke my dreams so frail.
My star was beautiful, one that empowered me in dark, or so I thought,
It was just a black hole, a havoc was all they brought.
My stars stole my glow,
Left me bleeding with scars,
A huge damage, to my emotions did their blow.
Yet,
I loved my stars in so much depth,
That further and further they leapt.
Still,
I reached for the stars,
Whilst they burned their glow
Deep in my scars.
~Swapnil
@zombieisdie warned