i love books because every ending is tied up with a pretty bow
all loose ends addressed
instead of the empty half-ever-afters full of questions
sorrows
pain
confusion
left behind after you're screwed over
you don't have to wonder
you know
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...
