I look at you
And the ghost of you
And I see the end of me
I see my beginning
Time has turned
My scars
Into stars
But they hurt
As much as they shine
So much
You'd confuse them with Suns.
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Stars and scars
I look at you
And the ghost of you
And I see the end of me
I see my beginning
Time has turned
My scars
Into stars
But they hurt
As much as they shine
So much
You'd confuse them with Suns.
