People get so fixated with stars.
Suns million miles away
shining in a dark veil.
Suns that give life to countless universes
so generously keeping them awake.
Suns that people are unaware that might,
just might have gave up existing
so long ago.
-That are are still there for the memory
of those that gave life to.-
Suns that mix with the yellow smudges,
called city lights,
Forgetting who they are.
Smudges that just like the suns may be
long gone before the light goes out,
But keep it on, to not be judged.
Keeping on that fading light
Praying for the moment
It will go out.
YOU ARE READING
If Only It Could Be Blank.
PoetryFor now it's just a small litle thing.. Probably more will be added as time passes and changes
