You were once your words
before it came untrue
before you were fireworks
I waited to explode.
You were once my soundtrack
your laughter were my songs
you were everything
that I wanted to write
in several pages of paper.
You were the star
that I wished to fall
and all I ever hoped
was for you to feel the same.
But you became hopeful words
that became untrue.
You became brilliant fireworks
over my silent, haunted room.
You became this soundtrack in my head
that sounded hollow and blue
you were everything I wrote
that became dead and ghostly poems.
You became that bright star
I still see on the sky.
What I didnt know
is that even dead stars shine,
their light still shining
though already gone.
