at night when
no one can hear her.
She sings
of her heart that was
taken by the moon &
turned into a North star.
She sings
of the North Star that
no matter how hard she
tries to follow,
she still ends
up getting lost.
She sings
of her broken compass &
her lost ambition.
She sings
at night when no one
can hear her because
at least this way she
knows that the
expectation of being
listened to by anyone
around is null & void.
She sings
as a reminder that she
does have a very
beautiful voice.
She sings
at night. She cries during
the day. Her tears
glistening on her cheeks.
The sunlight turns her
tears into art like
scraps of paper for a
vision board; turns the
teary art into words; she
then turns those words
into lyrics, she’ll sing in
her next nightly concert.
She sings
at night when no one can hear her.
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