Quiet and cold nights can't dim your light.
The wind whispers you lullaby but
nothing competes with the chaos in your head.
"I don't belong here." You said as silence bowed down.
Stars hid and the moon walked away.
For the queen of scars needed her air.
As she lit up aiming to the sky,
heaven sighed and blew the words.
Empty eyes as her soul wasn't there.
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After all, you don't get to choose.
You don't get to choose your name.
You don't get to choose your path.
You don't get to choose your life.
You don't get to choose your destiny.
You don't get to choose who you fall in love with.