My sharpened star
You were my star
The one I kept looking from afar
The one that, even among millions
Was the only one my eyes could see
I spent endless nights
Talking to you
Praying for you
Thanking God for your existence
Yet I wonder
If the stars weren’t made to hurt
Why are they always drawn so sharply ?
If they were never meant to wound
Why do they have pointed edges ?
I never thought
That something so beautiful
Could cut so deeply
Could be so cruel and heartless
Yet
You proved me wrong
You, my sharpened star
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