Our shining stars
Our shining stars and dreams, Of what we had and what we were, The people we used to be, And the love we used to share, I believed that it would never fade, And never die. But even our stars, like flashing city lights, Our dreams, luminous like embers, Even they can die, And I found out the hard way, Didn’t I? When you left me alone, I thought that our star, our dream, Would die and fade. I believed that spark of light would leave me, And I’d be stuck in the dark. But I was wrong about that too, You see, my love, I didn’t need your light, Not when I had my own. I just needed to find it again. After all, I was ok before I loved you, I’ll be ok now too. Now that I’ve found the spark, And found my own stars once again, Found my own dreams. Because, even without yours, My stars and dreams are still numerous, Unending, like fireflies in the Summer air.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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