"One day, the one that makes you happy, contented, satisfied, will ultimately ruin you." a voice in my head tells me this.
Then I thought,
I eat chaos for breakfast,
Sorrow for lunch,
Regret for dinner.
My smug self looks straight and wait for all of it to crash and burn.
CZYTASZ
Starlight and Supernovas
PoetryA collection of amateur poetry. I believe that language is so beautiful that it can be likened to the infinite beauty of the celestial skies.