you knew exactly what you were doing
when you flew
into the blazing sun that would
melt your wings
and throw you into an unforgiving sea.
that's what hurts the most.
you knew exactly what you were doing
when you left me
behind to meet your demise.
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...
