Empty future,
Fingers of the past,
The Sun came out,
But the night would last.
Pretty dresses,
Empty in the heart,
The night would go away,
But the day wouldn't start.
Lots of sleep,
Not a single dream,
Life would flicker out,
And Death would gleam.
This came to me out of the blue. I mean, all of them do.. But the grimness of this one surprised me..
YOU ARE READING
Stelliferous
PoetryWords 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...
