All that Remains

Of Ashes and Smoke

Burning, burning, burning

That's all the paper ever did, marked across by many, names and memories scattered across thin skin. Turned to ashes, and they were

Falling, falling, falling

For when surrounded by a thick blanket of smoke, who would want to emerge, away from those starry eyes and gentle skies? Still falling, diamonds trickled from thine heavy heart, which was

Breaking, breaking, breaking

First a scuff, then a crack, then a shatter. Of one born from a broken love, who still had such a heart, nonetheless, and a mind that was

Striving, striving, striving

Always to become more, to block out what others say when she simply couldn't, or what they told her to do when not trying themselves, and it was

Hurting, hurting, hurting

To see one who had once shared her starry eyes. This one who was born of black and white, once with a smile of sun, that had

Faded, faded, faded

So that when their paths had crossed, all she could see was the space dust in their eyes, aged out suns, and a steel-guarded heart, which was

Melting, melting, melting

Under her touch. Once filled with ambition, this person was now filled with another need, to help this girl of starry eyes to succeed.

And so the paper skin was burned, the glassy heart quite shattered,

The starry look faded away, and diamond tears absented.