A Sky Full of Stars
Dreams are just Dreams
Until you make them soar
A Wish is just a Wish
Until you fight to make it happen
Love is an adventure
A mountain high to climb
It'll make you sore
It'll make you cry
It's a battle in a war
One you won't always win
And sometimes you'll suffer a broken limb
Though it may hurt and feel like Hell
It will heal in the end
It may be weeks
It may be months
But the cracks and breaks will soon be
Nothing more than a memory
Each break will become a Star
One among many
To light up the Night
And light our Heaven
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I have been through situations in my life that some would say make me stronger. They made me wise, they made me cry, the took away all my hope. But I'm still living. Poetry is my way to express myself. Besides music, it's all I have. I'm here because I found a place where I can be recognized for my poems and not my experiences. When I won't be judged because of what happened to me. Other than that you'd be surprised at how happy I seem. I'm outgoing I'm hyper I'm not allowed to have sugar because I'm so hyper I'm caring I'm helpful I care for others more than myself I have high expectations and dreams Music is my life This is me and if you can't except it than leave.
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