To hold onto the stars
Would I burn
Like the inferno foolish ambitions that I carry
For maybe the stars
Are just like flowers with thorns
Beautiful
Yet they only wish to be admired from afar
Or perhaps they hope to find
Someone that wouldn't mind holding on to them
Even if they bare spikes of agony along their stems
Whatever the case
Underneath the night sky
I wait to give a flower to a lone lost star
As my hands bleed from my tightly griped hold
Around a flower's stem
A fool for the stars I know I am
But the pain I carry
Doesn't hurt so bad
For the beauty hold
And of that I wish to hold
Elevates me beyond
What is know to some as a mortal torment
So let me burn
With the sight of the stars
Which to me
Is a vision of my own personal heaven
~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~
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