Stained
The rim of the cup
stained with the drinks of sorrow.
Much like my soul,
saturated in stains-
Young and old.
Fortunately for the cup, it can be washed.
Unfortunately for me,
I care more about the cup than myself.
Can you see the star?
It began as a chemical reaction.
First, it took over my mind,
and then raced to catch my heart.
With each passing minute
I got closer to the stars,
and once it reached my fingertips,
I became one.
The brightest star your eyes would ever see.