seaons of a shining star.

a wise woman once told me

"it was in your eyes"

but what did she see?

the happiness?

or the hurt and the lies..

after a while, you learn how to cry,

without tears.

you learn how to deal with days,

that turn in to years,

that turn into seasons.

of hurt and depression.

forget the recession,

cause you don't leave the house anyways.

cause your in the daze

cause of this thing called love

What was sent to you from up above.

or possibly below..

It could sleet, rain, freeze, or snow

but you wouldn't know

cause your still blinded by your star

your shining start that has ran out of light

and all that remains in a black piece of coal.

but you refuse to see the sight of

your good thing going bad

your happiness turning into something sad

which eventually turns into something bad

which later turns into something you wish you had

because that star, left you and went to another galaxy.

shitt. idk how to end this. ima just leave it at that.