A star not known
She had a language of her own,
Her own way to show her love and care,
She would meet people as if
It has been years to the bond they share.
Her eyes can touch the scars,
You've been hiding for long,
She would caress the flaws,
As that made one strong.
She is a gorgeous mess,
Composed of the pieces broken down,
Her smile is starlit,
And there's beauty even in her frown.
Some people started to envy her,
And tried to bring her to their size,
As it isn't easy to appreciate someone
When you're made up of endless lies.
They tried to compress her sky,
And condense her inner starlight,
But they couldn't make her universe shrink,
And she shined brighter every night.
Soon she realised her own
World was enough strong,
And she has been looking for beauty everywhere,
But it lies right where she belongs.
About the Creator
Asim
I'm writer, poet and blogger with many experiences and accolades.I started a career on vocal, i'm passionate to write poetry on vocal media.I'm committed to my work and believed in continuous struggle.
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