Dec 2020
hEY Mr. STARgazer
Dad loves stars, but hates darkness.
Mom loves driving, but hates traffic.
Brother loves, but can't forgive.
Professor loves questioning, but won't answer a simple question.
Love has a fascination for eyes, but not when their teary.
You say you love the sun, but you hate getting burned.
Hey Mr. Stargazer, have you ever noticed how people only love the best version of, well, everything? They ignore the truth. Beauty comes from sacrifice. A calm soul comes from a suffering past, a bright starry night comes from a million stars imploding.
Dad loves stars, but hates darkness.
Mom loves driving, but hates traffic.
Brother loves, but can't forgive.
Professor loves questioning, but won't answer a simple question.
Love has a fascination for eyes, but not when their teary.
You say you love the sun, but you hate getting burned.
Hey Mr. Stargazer, have you ever noticed how people only love the best version of, well, everything? They ignore the truth. Beauty comes from sacrifice. A calm soul comes from a suffering past, a bright starry night comes from a million stars imploding.
