The next time your eyes would meet mine
The next time I would hear your sighs
The next time our skin would touch
I hope for nothing
But dead stars.
The next time I would hear your sighs
The next time our skin would touch
I hope for nothing
But dead stars.
Let there be dead stars
For the fires to turn to embers.
And slowly, please,
for the embers to turn to ashes.
And then, finally, hopefully,
please, I beg of you,
for the ashes to turn into
nothing.
For the fires to turn to embers.
And slowly, please,
for the embers to turn to ashes.
And then, finally, hopefully,
please, I beg of you,
for the ashes to turn into
nothing.
This one's inspired by Paz Marquez Benitez's Dead Stars. I wrote this a year already but idk, just wanted to share to everyone! :)
:) :) :)
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