Desperate Plea
A broken soul, a wish to mend,
A heart aspires, desires bend.
Among the stars, a secret plea,
A quiet hope, unseen, never free.
Through mirrors, expectations call,
In silent rooms, where tears fall.
With growing shadows drawing nigh
A cry, a silent shout, a fleeting sigh.
Beneath the smiles, beneath the cheer,
A lie hides doubt, a trace of fear.
In every word, an unspoken plea,
A wish to simply, truly – be.
Mirthless laughter fills the air
With masquerades to pay the fare
The price of friendship, forever fleeting
A hidden star, forever grieving.
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