and i constantly
think of you, of us why
did you throw
us away
we were beautiful
a collision of stars that shone
brighter than
the sun. did you think
i would survive
if you left
now im left as a
mess
picking up the shards
left from your explosion bleeding
dreaming of
the day you'd come and
take me
back to where i
belong
beside you.will you ever come back to me?
YOU ARE READING
when skies are gray
Poetryand as i look at the skies you fade away I can go on now living as I did before without you by my side