She was created,
She existed,
She was bright,
And she was beautiful,
And she,
with the stars in her eyes
the night in her hair
the cosmos reflecting in her soul
And then, she cried galaxies
For the nights were moonless, and the days were robbed of the sun
And so,
she with the jewels of the sky in her eyes
the blanket of darkness in her hair
the universe bright in her soul
She wept,
She screamed,
She dimmed,
She ceased.
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Those Things You Call A Poem
PoetryJust a collection of my in and out creativity. This is my rant area so warning, it's cringe, and emo, and just a mess.
