Under your burning stare,
looking at the burning stars,
hiding under burning stairs.
That's how I wanted to spend my years,
the world burning down as I went for your lips,
but the grim reaped you out of my reach.
Now I'm under those same burnt stairs,
still looking at the stars like i did.
Thinking of you as the time flies,
we switched roles, I'm the one who stares at the stars,
hoping to meet your eyes.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"I dont know what it is like to not have deep emotions. Even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely. " - Sylvia Plath [I am a begginer. I am in no way a professional writer. I wanted to share these to get genuine criticism and ma...
