sitting on the rooftop
here he couldn't hear
his parents' shouts
he watched the sky
watching the last strands of dusk
fade into darkness
watching the stars appear
and knowing that all stars loved the sky
but the sky never loved back
because the sky didn't give a damn
searching for answers in the darkness around him that was light compared to the darkness within him
he knew the sky had all the answers
but it would never reveal them
because the sky didn't give a damn
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THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD
Teen Fiction[ poetry story / teen fiction ] : about teens, who were afraid. NOTE : feel free to skip the entirety of book i ; autumn and jump straight to book ii ; winter // © 2021-2022 @uranium-girl
