You are empty.
I fill you with poetry.
You are weak.
I immortalize your strength.
You don’t love me.
I convince the world you do.
You curl into yourself,
burn into black ash,
into the stardust I set down on my paper.
You are empty.
I fill you with poetry.
You are weak.
I immortalize your strength.
You don’t love me.
I convince the world you do.
You curl into yourself,
burn into black ash,
into the stardust I set down on my paper.