I wrote a poem. My first GW poem.

Shinning Star.

I watch the stars go sailing by my window.
I peer closer and see that the stars never could fly.
It’s a trick I see, it’s a wish that I made
But it’s nothing but a tale compared to you.

Cold is the feeling that chills me to the bone.
Cold is the feeling that I see when I look into your eyes.
Many declare their love to the brightest star on the clearest evening
Warmth is the feeling that I have for you.

You turn away even before I speak
I sense your presence as you step into a room.
Bright smile and eyes,
You appear as the stars that I wished could fly.

I dare not speak when you enter,
Your eyes are set on another
Would I feel jealousy and spite? I sometimes wonder why I haven’t yet.
Maybe it’s because my head is still in the clouds.

I meet your madness with a mask of my own.
This is a sad world, where we cannot be what we’ve dreamed of being
I never asked to be married, never asked to fight in a war, dare I say never to see the face of love shinning in my heart?
All that I’ve said has happened; destiny and fate can be cruel

Your eyes may shine as bright as the stars, but you’ll never fly.
The stars know this, and I wish for you to fly,
Or is it that I wish to be a star and fly away,
Fly away to a faraway land where I become one with nature, therefore never feeling the emotions that send me crashing into my own tears

The water begged for a kiss, and I couldn’t resist.
You are gone now, no longer the light in my heart.
We were never meant to be
It’s better this way.

The one that you loved rejected you.
He always knew how to hurt with just his words.
All you need to do is look at me and I shatter like glass dropped from clumsy hands.
Clumsy hands, I was imprisoned in a glass sphere, my heart even thinner than that

And you went and broke it.
I don’t blame you
It seems that I’m always the victim in foul play
But someday, I’ll set myself free and soar high into the blue sky.

Maybe I’ll find my peace and salvation,
Maybe I’ll find another love
But your cold comfort will always shatter me.
But I’ll break free, even if it takes a lifetime and I’ll love stronger than before.

Some may call me the angel of justice,
Others may call you Shinigami, god of death.
But you will not kill me Duo.
Not until I’ve found my own inner peace.

Then I’ll die,
Not in your cold comfort,
But in the embrace of the rolling green hills,
And in the presence of the faithful sky above me.