Commy:

The spark gratifying,
The moonlight piercing,
The owls letting out a hoot,
And the starlight dancing,

A comet's tail shown across the sky,
Burying it's past passed it's mind,
The stars it's only company,
Preciously one of a kind,

It flew into the atmosphere,
Holding onto it's slim chance at life,
Cutting through the sky with ease,
Hiding the dagger of a knife,

The comet crashed upon the ground,
Beaten and torn,
Holding it's own ravaging in pain,
Wishing that it had never been born,

The scars showing through his bands,
He came to me with a thought,
Yet he told me a lie,
That he had forgot,

The pain excruciating,
The blood overflowing,
The stars showing bright,
Holding it's gentle glowing,

I sat him down,
He awaited this sad story,
But I told him swiftly,
You can't just be thrown into the sea,

Because everybody has scars,
Which to me each tells a story,
But if you can't tell me all of mine,
Then you don't know me.