Empty Devotion

Whisper softly in my dreams
Tear apart at the seams
So short was our lively meeting
Yet your life was not so fleeting

Great feats had made you what you are
Yet I knew not you were a star
A star so bright it lighted the world
But it was nonexistent to this blind girl

Now that star is no more
Nothing but fiction and folklore
Yet this girl, never having known it
Still mourns for its loss out of habit

Her tears are sincere, yet she knows not why she cries
Her heart is aching, yet she knows not why it has died
Unrelenting torrent of emotions
Swirling thoughts of love and devotion

Foreign feelings to this young girl
Who cries for a star that has left the world
Whispering softly in her dreams
Tearing her apart at the seams.