I wanted to give you
the sun, the moon,
and the stars.
but every time I tried,
I just got burnt
and it's the galaxies
I saw in your eyes that inspired me to keep trying and eventually
I grew numb to the pain
while trying to create a solar system that you could be the center of.
I began to destroy myself,
now I'm burnt
down to the core
and all the things
you left me
are ashes.
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Sad Poems
Poetrymade this because I like sad things. Book one and two are on my profile if you'd like to read them as well + they are shit, k? appreciate you reading, voting, or commenting. «LOWERCASE INTENDED» (a.f. is me, if you're wondering. private message me...
