tore a piece of
me to stop your bleeding
but your wounds were
too deep, and stardust inadequate,
and suddenly,
everything became my fault.
if you had
given me a chance to shine,
you would've known
that all stars, faint and famous,
die in the end.
- Author: Mya H. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 28th, 2024 06:32
- Category: Unclassified
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