There are times wherein I wish to all the stars yet to fall that we will not meet again inside the same room so that my heart can start to move forward without you in it. But when the stars began to fall, I always find my lips, curving, with the thoughts of you.
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
