We were perfect.
But we both knew that it would never last.
We were too young,
Too wild,
And untamable.
Our time together was dwindling from the start.
We burned bright like a star,
But our fire didn't last,
And we imploded,
And nothing could save us.
We were drawn into the black hole that
We caused,
Leaving nothing but desolation and Nothingness in our wake.
10.25.2015
YOU ARE READING
between the lines.
Poetryto learn who a person really is you need to look between the lines. "between the lines" is a collection of poetry, streams of consciousness, and other ramblings that serve as little keyholes into my mind.
