One day, the end will come
And to death I will succumb.
One day, we'll fade away—
For all I know, it could be today.
I cannot breath, I cannot speak,
I've reached the mountain peak;
Maybe now there's nothing left anymore,
So here I'll allow the rain to pour.
Just before you depart,
Remember to take back your heart.
I do not know what else to say
Besides that I wish you could stay.
Not even the sky is an everlasting blue—
I think, deep down, we always knew.
Death reaches even the brightest star;
What a lovely tragedy we are.
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PuisiThis 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...
