Sometimes I cannot think of Titles...

Sour words fall from your lips

like my heart fell from my chest,

dreams that were as wide as the ocean

shrink under the glare of the sun.

Stars that once shinned brightly,

through the dark of unknown,

is now swallowed by the darkness

that you hold in your own heart.

You are at the lost of beauty,

for you have no dreams

to comfort your soul at rest,

no stars to wish upon

when your hope runs out,

your loss is your own and yours alone.

Let the light in so you may feel the love

you worked so hard

to protect your heart from.

But for now the only love you may get

is the love you give yourself.