I've been promising myself
that I'd let you go;
been done, lost hope,
let the tears flow.
But every time
that I see your face,
a few steps backwards
I will retrace.
Every time
I hear your words,
they hold more beauty
than the singing of the birds.
And every time
I look into your eyes,
I am one step closer
to my demise.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
