Passion

I cannot fathom

How some people cannot see

Their worth.

Which is ironic because

Every time I look in the mirror

I feel worthless.

 

But oddly enough,

When I look at others

I cannot help but see

Their potential, practically

Bursting out of their ears,

Flames of desire licking

Every person that stops to

Listen to them talk

About their passions.

 

So I sit and listen

As you talk about the stars

And the constellations,

Which you are made of.

 

I only hope that someday,

Someone will see the same

Flames of desire I have

To teach

And talk

And show

Others about how much I care

About some things.

About how much I care

About the stars, too. 

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