maybe
just maybe
the stars in the sky
were your almost lovers
and the brighter they are
the more love you felt for them
the more you fell for them
and they're stars
because
they'll always be out of reach.
YOU ARE READING
sweetly innocent, How You're Killing Me Inside
PoesiaI'm just a teenage girl, With a fucked up view of the world, With opinions that don't matter, and a broken heart so cold.
