One Star I Called Mine

Fallen once again for an angel, just not an angel of mine no not this time Just from the angle of the one star I called mine How can it be this hard Should it be against moral laws to hold onto something only magic created embraces of a once fond memory of holding your head high in confidence thinking you can touch the sky then view yourself across the plain of that one day where you stood last thanking the heavens for the gift they bestowed upon you that they've taken back months later without explanation Time has never been a favorite of mine A life I thought I could turn around but this different type of pain weighs me down Going home, what's the point What took 8 years to build, crashed and burned away Can't you see in my eyes the sparkle that once shined dead and gone with the stone that skipped across the flowing river which now stands still Is this a poem for me I can't say it's so but I wish I was right Only a poem for memories of days gone by Only a few words that remind me I can't drown in gold A poem for me, there could never be one only a high priced gift I'd have to sell my sanity to obtain