Nov 2013
When a star burns black,
But no one is around to hear it,
it screams the last, lingering, piercing note,
of a symphony
written for a dying wish,
and a lost dream.
Finally imploding into silence
where even the brightest of lights,
is lost in hollow darkness.
But no one is around to hear it,
it screams the last, lingering, piercing note,
of a symphony
written for a dying wish,
and a lost dream.
Finally imploding into silence
where even the brightest of lights,
is lost in hollow darkness.
On Facebook, I asked people to give me a first line, and I'd write a poem with it. My ex-boyfriend put "When a Star Burns Black." This was the result.
(27/F/body in U.S. heart in U.K)
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