Yes, you're a disaster.
A pointless story.
A million broken pieces.
You're a prayer that shall never be heard.
An abyss with no beginning, no end.
A stranger with no past.
But it's OK.
You're my tragedy.
You're my storm.
You are my bruised Angel.
You are my absolution.
You are my failure.
Whatever You are,
You.
Are.
Mine.
YOU ARE READING
Stelliferous
شِعرWords strung together by a broken heart.... Coming out jumbled by a wary mind.... Do read if you think that Words can either build our worlds Or destroy them. "And when your whole, wide world is lost in the abyss, I'll be that start that guides you...
