A little steamed girl
with little screaming fits
had a world like the sun;
the center of fiery spits.
I wonder now
if the fire still kicks
below the stacks
of ashen time ticks.
Stars like the show,
the heat, and the glow,
until the day comes
when burn fuel is low.
Shine is a burden
when shimmer is absolute,
so sparkle when you need it
and keep your spark a dilute.
Some won't smile,
most won't wink,
others won't care,
and half will blink.
After all, I've got sparkle too.
I've been saving it up,
unlike you.
Chances are,
when your world has an eye,
I'm brighter and bold,
and won't need my own sky.