When i die
i hope i have made you laugh
Let me drift into space
With the soundtrack that shaped my head
In the shape of some dust
Or maybe even a diamond
Let Rosalina sing her lullaby
Until death comes as entropy
Until there is no one else to remember me
Until there is no action left affected by my words
YOU ARE READING
The moon, space and her.
PoetryA chronological collection of poems about an awkward and deep relationship with the people I love and Miss Destiny.
