My lover trapped, between two realms Her ghost inside a tiny starThat tiny star, about to dieExploding with her colors, far…Through the darkness, those colors flyFor years and years through cold and spaceHer beauty only to be viewed From planets fallen from their graceAnd so….The colors of her light change moodAnd quickly fade then start to spark…Her light was pulled in by a moonThen extinguished, forever dark (published in Teen Ink). Created by Chase Fire. arts-humanities-en - poetry-en

ChaseI just tried to answer your current poem that had no titleand it was deleted. Why? I saw nothing wrong with it.In your question, you will get more readers (in my opinion)if you drop all the ????????????????????????????is just nutty man.You are a good poet....make use of every bit of space youare given.________________________________________________