A single solitary star shines brightly in the sky
Its twinkling tears of love, it silently does cry.
Few who pass have time to gaze up and, therefore, see,
The pain in its eyes, its slow death from agony.
The star was born the night that true love did finally die,
All it had heard was fabrication, just untruth, all a lie.
Spoken deceitful words that told a tale it had believed,
Until that fateful night when it discovered it had been deceived!
In the night lives the shadows of both self-doubt and duplicity.
From mouths wanting you come falsification, insincerity.
Hear the lies, but seek the truth that’s hidden deep.
Then when that star shines love will not die, it will simply fall asleep.
© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.