my lips shook violently like
an exploded star you'd see
at night that still illuminates
its own death from
light years away,
but no words that need to be said ever comes out.
(i think i love you)
YOU ARE READING
QUIET.
Poetryin which i listen to stories and write them down, all the while thinking to myself that i am human. {poetry: 102; romance: 714}
