EVERY SUN KEEPS FALLING DOWN

Mornings mean fresh starts, yawning and gasping for air, but this is not the story I'm trying to air.

This sun, was radiant and full of glamour, her persona was brilliant and full of humor.
This sun was born on the sixth moon, to her parents joyous tidings she brought, her light kicked out the gloom.

She was a sun, a goddess of the lights
She was fun, hanging out in the sky with her little buddies despite.

Shining in today's world is oak hard, because the moon won't let you, makes you feel like a retard. Shining is meant for silver spoon boys, and girls who play with confetti

Other Stars in the galaxy saw her light and new she was different, in awe, from old folks to the little stardust children.
Ever heard of Icarus, who flew too close to the sun, maybe he was star-struck, dumbfounded,
the English dictionary of everything that is beautiful, astounded.

However, her glow, too became intoxicating
She saw splendor, the glitz and the glam and liked everything
She fell in love with herself.

Forgot
That suns too
Need  the darkness
So she Shone, a blinding light
All for all to sea,
All for the good she thought, a blinding light
So much that the  suns and daughters, ran from her sight.

Alone,
"Why , I'm the fairiest of them all"
We said
" A blinding light"
Her use was no more, she played second fidle to the moon, her old foe.

That's why every sun keeps falling down.
Too much light
A blinding light.

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