We were two shooting stars, bouncing around life and shining brightly as we fly. But that's just it. Unlike the stars, lighting up the dark sky, we were just trying to get by. Acting as if everything's alright when we know that by the time night falls we'll still be shining. But not with the glint of the night sky, but the gleam of the moonlight through the tears in our eyes. We are always running, uncontrollably fast, looking to escape all that we believe we cannot pass. Swimming through the unknown, unbeknown to us if we're dying or just living fast. Only moving forward since we can't look back. And in the blink of an eye, we erupt, explode, and we're gone. Nothing. And it fades to black. Not missed, not anything, gone. Because nothing beautiful ever lasts.
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PoetryThis is a book in which I color your world. Most likely with blue, in which I take the saddest poems I've ever written and give them to you. Maybe with wonder since the meaning is up to you, maybe with shock after you see what's in store and maybe...
