She looked up,
peering passed the trees and buildings.
The burning stars filled her eyes,
they too, seemed alive.
Wondering, if the stars feel just as hollow,
Shining because it's all they know.
Instead of shining she casts a dark shadow,
that follows every step.
Perhaps, the night sky is just shadows of the stars.
Giving them a dark side as well.
The wind blew her hair,
promising a truth.
The mind of everything is just half,
the heart is what completes all.