When she spoke,
She spoke of stars.
And all those little comets she loved
So dearly.
When she spoke of him,
Her voice held a constant pitch.
Her eyes proclaimed a different tale
As they wavered
Lost and lone.
Oh how I Lie,
You never deserved to be like this.
Those little stars burnt out in your skin,
and your lips are spitting cosmic dust
A blackhole lies where your stomach once was.
She only offers
Water to sip.
All your beauty
All you've known
Will be ****** into nothingness.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
When she spoke,
She spoke of stars.
And all those little comets she loved
So dearly.
When she spoke of him,
Her voice held a constant pitch.
Her eyes proclaimed a different tale
As they wavered
Lost and lone.
Oh how I Lie,
You never deserved to be like this.
Those little stars burnt out in your skin,
and your lips are spitting cosmic dust
A blackhole lies where your stomach once was.
She only offers
Water to sip.
All your beauty
All you've known
Will be ****** into nothingness.
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