i wish i could hate you
because hatred moves mountains and ends lives
in a frantic, desperate blaze no one can stop
but fear shackles me to the ground
begging for the end
and all i have is a spark of what could've been
YOU ARE READING
Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
