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The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.
Write a rhyming poem that ends with this line.
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Tears, fun, despair on repeat, Many have come and gone akin to memories, Vast amounts of space grew between us, Divine timing rightfully work for us, A heart marked by wounds that will never reopen A mind clinging to pain, still searching for closure. Organs remain functional though each breathe a dread A reality of a life that no one else has read,
I create and destroy unlike my energy, I design and build with every part of me.
No longer filled with joy with a smile from ear to ear No more staying up til midnight to see reindeer Not enough memories to be made to save for a rainy day Full exposure to rejection every day.
Was the magic ever real, or was it just my belief? If even stars can fade, what hope is left for me?
A sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.
Once loved and admired Now hated and shamed Founded in heavenly peace Destroyed by those once beloved
Never given the chance to prove my worth Seen as unworthy A mistake
Never enough Just exciting Trying to prove myself Deemed as wrong Yet knowing the truth Got hurt recklessly Feeling the consequences firsthand
Ashamed of the truth Until you now you were wrong Crawling back into the shadows Once smiling happily Now crying out loud in the darkness
The sky full of stars seemed dead as cold A place once so magical now hurt to behold
The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold, A place once so magical now hurt to behold. The deep night's cadence sounded of peace no more, And the moon's shine swayed no longer gold.
For even that which I cannot reach, my tears have stained, The fragments of a heart shattered, I cannot detain. Yet my arms still reach to the sky, Weeping to the stars, I beg "What for must I cry?"
Only the wind's answer bellows to a plea amid sorrows cast, Only the leaves rustle beside the ether so vast. Still, my body stands waiting, my tears yet to dry, With naught to say, naught but "Why?"
Yet among the celestial, no longer clear, the moon's gaze swallows me whole, Leaving not a lone whisper to my waiting soul. The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold, A place once so magical now hurt to behold.
I met a boy, his name was Rory, he was covered in blood, tears, and glory.
He laid in the snow, colored it red, I gave him a blanket and a stolen piece of bread.
“It’s hurts” he cried so I stuffed some snow in his wound and turned him on his side
“Did we win?” I asked the planes had gone gone silent and the world seemed just a little less violent
“We?” He tightened his bloody hands around my wrist stared me right in the eyes as if to make sure he continued to exist
in the dark of my pupils in the back of my mind in what was nothing but a date and a time
Me saving him was a threat he begged me to let him go to let the sun set
I thought just the most I could do was not enough, no matter what
I sat there with that dying boy and let death take noise
Who was he? I struggled to see what was told? the sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical hurt to behold.
i had a dream we stared at the stars as you held me dearly in your arms
my heart beat and twisted because that was where i was meant to be
it was perfect until i woke up and my eyes overflowed with the sea
because its been months and youre over me
i remember idolizing the dreams as our future one day
no matter if you were too scared to come out as gay
we were going to lay in flower fields in may
get colds in the april rain
i didnt plan on including any pain
even the dreams of stars used to be nice
now they feel like rolling a dangerous dice
the sky full of stars seemed dead and cold
a place once so magical now hurt to behold
The sky, once a canvas of shimmering light, Now looms as a void in the desolate night. Its stars, once alive with a radiant gleam, Now whisper of loss, like a fading dream.
What once held the whispers of wonder untold, Now stares back at me, so lifeless, so cold. A realm of enchantment, where wishes took flight, Now pierces my soul with its barren delight.
The galaxies hum, but their tune’s turned to dread, Their beauty now haunting, their magic now dead. The vastness above, once a friend to my soul, Now mirrors the ache of a heart that’s not whole.
Oh, stars, do you mourn for the lives you have seen? For the dreams you once cradled in spaces between? Or do you stand silent, unmoved by the pain, Eternal and distant, untouched by the strain?
The sky, though it’s shattered, still calls out to me, A hollowed-out echo of what used to be. I long for the days when its wonder consoled, But now it just hurts to behold.
It was a place with fields open and wide And beautiful starts in the midnight sky You can lay in the magical light But nothing is forever, especially this sight
For factories and cities were constructed And the beauty of the stars was disrupted Pollution filled the air And the stars were not spared
Now it was just a gray sky To be cleared, no one did try No came to see these stars For this place was forever scarred
Everyone left In one polluted breath A sky full of stars seemed dead and cold A place once so magical now hurt to behold
The moonlight danced on shattered dreams, As silence echoed through broken streams, Once vibrant skies, now dim and grey, Where hopes had soared, but led astray
The laughter of past now fades, Lost in the shadows, in quiet cascades The fire once bright and bold, Now flickers faint in the bitter cold
Beneath the wait of memories old, The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; A place once so magical, now hurt to behold
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