They

Stars.

Falling like "fire"

Would be cheap.

Stars,

I believe are of

A secret nature.

So old.

So wise.

They'd tell you

All the things

You never wanted

To hear.

You never understood,

But they were your stars.

So you listened.

And then

You fell.

And their words became

Truth.

Your pain

Supernova.

Your pain

Blinding explosive.

Your pain.

Their pain.

And you knew,

Now

Stars were not for

Childish wishes.

Stars were yours.

When some say;

"You have stars in your eyes."

You know.

The story.

The pain.

The wisdom.

Now when they fall,

Race across the sky,

You fall too.

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