There once was a starry night.
Where the stars shined oh so bright.

The northern lights above seemed to dance,
and then, when I sneaked a glance...

The starry sky reflected off of your eyes,
and lifted your disguise to mirror your beauty.

You looked so majestic and full of grace,
I was paralyzed by your beauty so I stood and stared.

You were an enchantress and I was your prey.
You took all that I had and much more.

You left me feeling dazed and violated.
When I recovered you were gone, and I was lost.

The brilliant moonlight shines through the pines.
The wolves howl and the wind roars.

Another forest is flowing with mist,
and the sun glitters through the mist.

A third forest is one of sleeping trees, and snow.
It is cold and beautiful as fluffy, intricate snow flakes flutter down.

The final forest is a scar of dead trees and earth rupturing roots.
The only life to be found are the scavenging foxes and crows.

All of the forests are mysterious and beautiful.
They are filled with wonder and amazement.

They are all thought lost and are almost forgotten.
However, their mysterious beauty remains, and continues to grow.

Our love has met it's expiration date.
It can no longer be salvaged.

I no longer love you and must leave.
We need to move on, and bid each other adieu.

Goodbye

Every mirror I look in cracks.
Everyone who sees me runs away in fright.

I do not have any outer beauty whatsoever.
I don't think I have any inner beauty either.

Some take pity on me, others do not.
Some mock and tease me, others say nothing at all.

I'm starting to believe I'll be forever lonely.
And that I'll never feel love at all.

Sure my life is sad, and sometimes pointless,
but I'm strangely happy like this. Just me, being me.

Is it right or is it wrong to like what you like?
Is it right or is it wrong to love who you love?
Is it wrong to have a few guilty pleasures?
Or is it wrong to feel any pleasure at all?

Is it bad to be a stereotype? Is it wrong to be a little different?
What about voicing your thoughts? Is that wrong?
Is freedom of speech just a dream,
or do we actually have the freedom to say what we want?

Next time, before you judge somebody,
think about what I've said and take it into serious consideration.
We all have voices, but some are heard more than others.
So try and be heard, and say what needs to be said.

I see you shine every night.
You shine and shine so bright.

I dream of one day caressing you.
Something I would very much like to do.

But alas, I can only watch from afar,
for after all, you are nothing but a star.