Poems are more than just rhymes,
It's about shards of your soul that you hid beneath what you wrote,
How hard you've fought,
Againts the Devil within your mind, because the thought of sharing a piece of yourself with others are not seen eye to eye ,
between you and the fiery beast that haunts your life.
They said that their hearts relate,
Do they meant what they said?
Were their hearts torched by the same flame that was raging within yours?
Were their backs burdened by the same load the heavens had placed on yours?
From where we are standing,It's easy to admit that the stars are all the same,
Up close,we can see the slightest difference within their flare.