didn’t reach far enough

[het is echt niet grappig hoe lang ik hiermee bezig geweest ben.
Losse rijmende zinnetjes zijn makkelijk, maar als het bij elkaar moest passen is het echt verschrikkelijk frustrerend T.T]

she’s only ever watched clouds from behind her window
won’t ever reach for them, scared of falling afterwards
and every night again she will see the pretty stars glow

they told her how she shines, sparkles, glows, just as much
like the stars she won’t stop looking at;
eventually and almost funnily, she’ll end up with a grudge
against the endless gracious sky above her

a single light glows dims, darkens, dies
her despair shows if you’re able to see into her soul
her heartbeat slows once the last string
(keeping her heart together) snaps

and the stars and clouds will miss her and her glances