if lips could only say the pretty things i feel within my heart,
if my voice could only make a sound,
i'd spin epic tales of glory.
my words would weave together silver and gold, pain and beauty.
we'd laugh and cry and never be apart.
but as my mind starts to drift,
the words become lodged in my throat.
these lips will never say my pretty words.
this voice will forever be on mute.
so my fingers fly across the keys to write everything i could never say.
YOU ARE READING
Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
