Stars
i look across the sky
i lean back too look up high
then i stop and wonder why
how could the stars be so bright
when every thing just isnt right
they have that one last bit of hope
while i hang here from a rope
its hard to stay from the past
when the thought are just so vast
i die a little every day
but careful to hide my dismay
i was told poetry frees the soul
thats what i guess to be my unreactable goal
so here i sit and spill my heart
thinking twice about every mark
scared to just make a smuge
scared that i may be juged
so i let myself make this post
hoping no hate at the most
well this is all i have to say
i guess ill go my own way
untill it call for another day
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