I toss and turn for reasons
I try to understand.
My dreams are filled with boyfriends of old
and violations of the body.
Parents scurry through these dreams
I am only able to view at night.
The demons run and cause
nightmares
in this pretty sleeping head.
With teeth clenched I face the demons
and stay asleep through the night.
And yet I wake every hour
for the demons have become
too much to handle
and to move my body is to move the demons
to a different part of my mind.
So I toss and turn throughout the night
and wake to stop the dreams.
I stay awake with an aching head
with muscles tense when nightmares come.
To wake up in the morning
is to wake up in a Hell.
The made up demons of my past
affect the future of the day.

I do not pray for I don’t know
if God is real or not.
Instead I send a prayerful wish
to the fallen stars.
They bring my wish back down to earth
with their blueish hues
and in their dust they like to say,
“My dear, you have already made
that wish today.”
This star speaks true for that I did
make my second wish a replicate
for when I wish
I try so hard to receive that which I desire.
So in the end I guess it’s true
that my prayer to a God
whom I don’t recognize
is a wish to a star that I do know.

She is that kind of girl
who burned herself in order
to give others light

She is that kind of girl
who never fails to make
others' laughter shows
although she is bleeding inside

She is that kind of girl
who falls in love
with a guy who alters his mind

She is that kind of girl
who always put a smile
despite the fact that she is fragile

She is the girl
with a million stories untold
but you can't never guess
Because she put a good disguise

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Have you ever wondered where the stars go
On the nights when they don't shine?

Well if there is one thing I know,
It's where those stars go.

They glide down to Earth from the sky
Although I haven't the foggiest idea why

And they sing and dance and play
Just like us during the day

Those two white figures dancing a tango
While another one views some Van Gogh  

And more still sing a song
'Till all the songs have been sung

And the morning sun arises from her bed
And calls the stars back home once more.