Starlight’s gone,
aligned but burned,
I wondered what you wished for,
and that burned too.
There are no kings now,
only soldiers,
scraping through each day,
hoping for the sight of something special,
that never comes.
I’m not a king,
I’m not a soldier,
I’m not the type to stay away,
from you,
and some day,
the stars will call to the lovers,
so,
I’ll meet you there.
Great post 😁
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