Stars die every night, yet there are so many more to shine. Many more for us to admire. You were a star in my eyes then your light was drained by your actions, but again there are many more stars to admire, my love. With your departure, with your explosion was made a beautiful thing because with you leaving only build my own special kind of supernova.
YOU ARE READING
He's gone
Poetry[Completed] Someone leaves you, all the good memories play over and over in your head till it's too much. Every emotion you feel gets too much. Like you want to scream them out and I just wrote them down.
