(A/N really rough but don't really care because I miss writing and was in the mood, so here ya go)
The world is poetic.
The shining stars
That display their light from afar,
But are hidden by the blinding beauty of the sun.
The abundant sea
Full of wondrous creatures,
Transformed into a vast void of the unknown by night.
The flickering of a flame
Bringing a glow of hope and warmth,
Destroyed by the slight breath of an unintentional murderer.
Just as my love for you
In its unconditional and passionate state,
Is concealed by the overwhelming beauty of the girl you love.
It isn't me.
It never will be me.
But the world is poetic.
Everything that has beauty can be destructed by something else,
Whether deliberately or accidentally.
We, as humans, must overcome this
To truly understand our worth and to come to know
That this world is so much larger
And more significant than our
Infinitesimally smaller issues.
