Stars crash at my feet
Black pieces of coal and ash
Scattered in the dew-covered grass
A sparse sky empty of decoration
A vast expanse of silent darkness
Empty of planets, moons, and light
Taunting me with my own desolation
Why is it so hard to hold on to another?
In a world that spins so crazily and so fast
How do you hold on to anyone's hand long enough?
How does love come into being?
What makes it transient for some?
What makes it eternal for the rare few?
As the breeze caresses my face
The familiar grief
shrouded in the gloom
There's only me…
And I will not bow
I will not break
I'm just waiting on wishes.
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