Stars
The stars were what she liked most about the sky.
Then, they started to fall.
Cascading dreams and forgotten hopes
Piled at her feet.
Hatred and cynicism
turned the stars black and cold.
Wasted time
Crumbled them to dust.
How to live without hope?
Without a star in the sky.
Nothing to cling to
No hope; no future.
Her heart turned to stone
Without the light of a star to keep it alive
Ire festered to fuel
Vengeance and despair.
The love of another lit a spark
To begin lighting her sky once more.
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