I am the outcome of the death
Of a forgotten star
A weaving star, far from sight
The unpopular star no one wishes upon
Like a dead astronaut in space
Whose name they shall not recall
I was once a star they barely saw
And now I'm the embodiment of that shining, distant object
Whose melancholy was ignored
Unloved by the mass, unnoticed
For sadness does not have many admirers
Or loyal fans
Eventually, the star died
But how?
I asked the cause of death,
And they said it was sacrifice
I asked the cause of death,
And they said it was sacrifice
I asked the cause of death,
And they said it was sacrifice
I asked the cause of death,
And they said it was sacrifice
But dear! Why sacrifice?
They sacrificed it for the prominent
To shine even brighter
Happier, lovelier than they were
To be wished upon, to live a little longer
To make other kinds of beauty disappear
She smelled like innocence,
Tasted like anger
And me?
I'm the embodiment of all forgotten beauty
All the shining in the distance, too far to be seen,
Too little to be noticed
And one day, I will be sacrificed
For other beauties to shine
Yet no one will ever know
Whose melancholic beauty they stole
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 7:14 AM UTC
I am the outcome of the death
Of a forgotten star
A weaving star, far from sight
The unpopular star no one wishes upon
Like a dead astronaut in space
Whose name they shall not recall
I was once a star they barely saw
And now I'm the embodiment of that shining, distant object
Whose melancholy was ignored
Unloved by the mass, unnoticed
For sadness does not have many admirers
Or loyal fans
Eventually, the star died
But how?
I asked the cause of death,
And they said it was sacrifice
I asked the cause of death,
And they said it was sacrifice
I asked the cause of death,
And they said it was sacrifice
I asked the cause of death,
And they said it was sacrifice
But dear! Why sacrifice?
They sacrificed it for the prominent
To shine even brighter
Happier, lovelier than they were
To be wished upon, to live a little longer
To make other kinds of beauty disappear
She smelled like innocence,
Tasted like anger
And me?
I'm the embodiment of all forgotten beauty
All the shining in the distance, too far to be seen,
Too little to be noticed
And one day, I will be sacrificed
For other beauties to shine
Yet no one will ever know
Whose melancholic beauty they stole
By Rihanna Rivera
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