Starry-Eyed ★

four

more stars and doubts 🌟

I'm wrapped in his arms
until I finally calm down
like I always do.

But, I'm still anxious
about life and what
becomes of it after
we're no longer
breathing and we're
sleeping six feet under.

Would I will sleep
in peace with soft
clouds and hear
classic symphonies?

Will I dance with my
other half again and
see the stars in his
eyes while we smile
like idiots again?

Or will it be an
enteral darkness
and that will bring
upon wicked shadows
and tears upon my face?

This is what I truly fear.

❝ Man makes plans
and God laughs ❞

There's more stars
in his eyes as he
explains to me softly
that I have to really
believe and trust
him no matter what.

But, I can never
enjoy anything
without questioning
my doubts or seeing
that nothing will
last forever.

❝ Why do I even
bother to ask? ❞

These words never
leave my mouth
because I'm afraid
of breaking his heart
and all the stars will
fall out his sky.

Why I'm like this?

He sees my furrowed
brows and kisses me
right in the center;
a tear fails and a
smile appears
on my face.

I'm tired of being this
way; I'm tired of my
heavy emotions that
always drags us down.

When will this be over?

When all my memory fads
away and he finds another
shooting star?

Oh, please tell me.

🌟

dedicated to @marceloaf ✨