You may never love me back;
But when you do return my affections,
It'll be when the man in the moon has vanished,
When the sun has exploded and
Spattered the universe with molten gold,
When my chest has become a black hole
To suck in everything that I once cared about
But no longer seem to.
You may never care about me
To the extent that I care about you;
But should you possibly do so,
It'll be when every comet in existence collides,
When the world ceases its spinning,
When every one of life's impossibilities becomes possible.
Though you may never love, I can't stop,
Because when you look at me,
Much like the universe after the sun explodes,
I am spattered with molten gold.
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PoesiaThis 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...
