"Don't look at me like that." She snapped.
"Like what?" He questioned.
"Like I put the stars in the sky."
"You do." It was such a simple response, but it was the total opposite of what she felt.
"Then why? Why tell her you love her? Why sleep with her? If I am the stars, why make her your sun?"
And for once, he was silent.
-Excerpt from another book that doesn't exist
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Senseless
PoetryMeaningless words put together to hopefully have meaning. Short poem-like stanzas and quotes. **All writing is mine unless otherwise stated. Cover art by: @sweatersinspace
