I was born not to be a star,
So that I'd shine bright and die out someday.
I was born to be a black hole.
Feeding, fighting and surviving.
Even when stars and galaxies go ahead
And meet their doom,
A black hole stays.
And that's what I was raised to do.
YOU ARE READING
Stelliferous
ŞiirWords 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...
