The moon shines really bright or the sky is really dark.
The stars are guiding me, hopefully to you.
My mind echo’s what my heart holds true.
The sting of rejection burns yet the pain is better than regret.
Untold truths lie like stones anchoring me as I drown.
My head pounding, anticipation building, excitement or nervousness?
To conform is to concede.
To bow down is to admit defeat.
To be told no hurts but to be told no means no regrets.
~ Demez F. White