a letter to my head
you think a lot
you think about the space above
the planets and stars
when you're sad and alone
oh how you wish to be a star
you bet stars don't have to deal
with what you have to deal
with
loneliness, lies and more lies
trustworthy liars you seem to encounter
a star to most eyes
but she's a sour star you see
a stabbing star aiming for your back
a menace who owes a penance
to you
a tired head
who just wants to fly high
"i bet the stars don't deal with liars!"
you scream.
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