Pointed star - the edge's are so jagged
My fingertips - get cut every time
So sloppy it is how I try to catch it
Bittersweet pain always drives me to let go.

But like a decorated moth to it's flame
I'll try and I try to catch my star again.

Five blades - hung in order before me
Glow brightly - egging me on to touch it
So easily I am taken back into this void
Bittersweet pain always drives me to let go.

But like the broken girl I am
I'll try and I try to catch my star again.

Far away sun - with needles of light
Here they are - embedded into my skin
Bittersweet pain always drives me to let go

But like a mirror to its reflection
I'll try and I try to catch my star again.
© 2002 Dannie McMillan

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