Falling Stars

Skylar:

Safe and smart

Cracked and hidden

Perfect.

Ben:

Adventure and passion

Scared and reckless

Alive.

Skylar:

Sometimes I

Look up at

The sky.

And imagine

The millions of

Stars

Tucked under

Whispy white

Clouds.

I have bits

Of those stars

Inside me. Sometimes

It’s hard

To imagine

Those burning balls

Of fire and

Energy.

Everyone can see

Their glow.

Where is mine?

Ben:

The night.

A dark canvas

Splattered with

The light

Of a million

Stars.

I have bits

Of those stars

Inside me. Sometimes

I like

To imagine

Them exploding.

A brilliant display

Of light.

Stunning in the

Moment, yet

It will ultimately

Destroy me.

Skylar:

You would think

A star is never

Lonely. Constantly

Surrounded by light.

But they shine

Bright and confidently

With ease.

I strain

To become brighter.

What will happen?

When they see

My star falter?

Ben:

You would think

That we are

All the same

Because you never

Look at a star

Close enough

To see the

Dying embers

Hidden behind

A raging flame.

Skylar and Ben:

We are broken

And beautiful

We feel too

Openly and fall

Too quickly.

But we are

Free.

And one day

Our stars will

Fall. Maybe

They mattered.

Maybe someone

Will see us

And make a

Wish. Maybe

We will give

Hope.

Note: Wanted to play with structure so restricted myself to 2-3 words per line.