It's black.
Look to the left; right. Nothing but darkness.
You look to the sky but the dark canvas is blank. The stars don't shine.
Because that spark in your eye,
Is gone.
What happened to the little girl who used to walk to school every morning with dreams in her head and her heart on her sleeve?
Were her sleeves torn? Heart broken?
Or did she stop believing that the stars were more than lights that guided her hopes and taught her dreams to stay strong?
Did she lose her love for the light and wandered down the alley just to sell her soul to those who cannot dream?
She lost her love.
She lost her dreams.
She had no hope.
Only tears.