Feelings through poetry

As I lay here on my bed,

I’ve been thinking about all the words you said.

I asked myself whether they’re true, but I didn’t have a clue.

As I went outside and gazed up at the stars,

I was thinking about the future, being insecure.

A tear fell down my face,

I cried at my own pace, couldn’t tell a reason,

I waited for a better season.

It seems like no one cared,

As I glared upon the stars, looking for answers,

I couldn’t find anything.

These stars are beautiful; they shine on the night sky,

I thought as my eyes went dry.

I wiped my face with my hand, gazing further into the land,

Seeing mountains, forests and hills,

On my body, I felt chills.

Mills in the distance, enlightened by the night sky,

Who could live there? Could he give me an answer?

The mills seem abandoned, perhaps he didn’t pay the bills.

I walked under the night sky,

As I cry in despair, my eyes are already dry,

How would it be, if I could fly as high, where do birds fly?

The future is written in the sky.

I walked in the forest under the moon,

Where is the fortune?

Where are my answers?

It’s all written in the stars.

What will happen in the future?

Will someone throw me away, like a piece of older furniture?

It’s all stressful, and so I cry, who can I rely on?

I’ve been thinking about the words you said,

Asked me whether they’re true, but didn’t have a clue.

As I lay on the grass, wondering if I should give it a pass this time.

I couldn’t help but cry,

My tears fell on the ground, yet they didn’t make a sound.

This strong bound me, and the stars have,

These stars’ll follow me to my grave.

I only have to be brave,

And everything I gave will return.

As I lay here on the ground,

I’ve been thinking about all the words you said.

I asked myself whether they’re true,

And finally, I had a clue.

Thank you stars,

The moon, the sky,

Even those tears, now dry,

Mills in the distance, even the hills,

When I won’t have anyone,

You’ll be there; you’ll listen to my cries,

upon the night skies.