I kept on gazing at the dead star
And wishing you'd look there too
There are times you felt too far,
But I kept on missing every part of you
I was afraid to show a scar
And was too scared to turn blue
Your totality was a simulation of war
I became a soldier on cue
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Events
PoetryA series of events that explores three stages of unrequited love. Written by my younger self. This has nothing to do with me now.
