When I die,
Don't spread my ashes
On the ground.
I don't want him to,
Even unknowingly this time,
Step all over me again.
I've had enough.
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...
