Stars don't shine;
They burn at night;
They lay in sky dying;
Losing their light.
We are like stars;
Burn so bright and fade so fast;
We can be close or far;
And break just like glass.
Shine like a star;
Hold a knife close to your chest;
Cause no matter who you are;
You can never cheat death.
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Undead Poetry.
PuisiLate night poems written by an insomniac, and published here. This'll be my poem collection, and will stay exclusively on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I enjoy writing them.
