and out of all the bright stars,
you're light caught my eye;
i admired your beauty from afar,
knowing that as seasons changed,
and as new days began,
you would always be there,
but would one day,
eventually,
burn out.-
knowing all this
i continued loving you,
hoping that when you'd die,
maybe your explosion,
could swallow this earth,
and destroy us all.because what can be more beautiful,
than to dance in the red flames,
of a fiery demise ?
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Self Poetry, 2020: New Beginnings.
PoetryTW// Self poetry, written by me, for me. Started in 2015, picked up again in 2020. Details my progression, and serves as a time capsule of my teenage years.