The light between the stars the sun reaches my back, I see the halo you used to wear but now it is a myth, Reaching toward the past such a feeling would it be called bliss, Harmony and scars a balance that confuses, Hallowed singing from the list of several muses, I love all people but they do not feel the same, They can say they do but that is a shallow claim, Worry not for i’m not one to judge, We’re all different so might as well have fun, Caring for people is not easy, If it was the world we know it would be extasy
Creed's Poetry 