I wish to live a life with the stars
Among the nebulas and rings of planets,
would I be free?
The stars burn bright near their death
but I always thought that
Death was beautiful.
Inspired by:
"She was the wish you made as a star plummets to its death"
- ❀Oleander✿
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A Manuscript From Midnight
PoetryA collection of passages (most are sad) that I've written late at night when my brain decides to go into crisis mode. Enjoy!
