The sky is so tragically
beautiful
It is the graveyard of stars;
It doesn’t hurt but it leaves the
scars,
Not just on mind but the whole
human soul
Not just it control, but the heart
that it stole.
Maybe that’s what life has to
give,
But this should not stop you to
relive!
Cause without pain,
How would you know joy;
It builds you up and just believe,
that it does not destroy.
All you need to have is faith,
Cause once it was said that life
is ‘fickle finger of fate’,
Believe in yourself because you
yourself are your true mate.
Autumn 