As I stare at the face in the mirror I think
It would look good through the window
of a casket
where time and decay can touch it
away from peering eyes
when all the thoughts are
what she could have been
what she was
and not
what she failed to be
So many have sealed their fates as legends
by dying
young
Like fireworks
that fly high and burst
as the crowd ooohs and ahhhs
I don't want to be the stars
hung forever
burning
burning
until everyone forgets their beauty
for in a crowd of white dwarfs
so few become supernovas
and there is always the risk
of becoming
a self-destructive
drag others down with you
black hole.
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 4:07 AM UTC
As I stare at the face in the mirror I think
It would look good through the window
of a casket
where time and decay can touch it
away from peering eyes
when all the thoughts are
what she could have been
what she was
and not
what she failed to be
So many have sealed their fates as legends
by dying
young
Like fireworks
that fly high and burst
as the crowd ooohs and ahhhs
I don't want to be the stars
hung forever
burning
burning
until everyone forgets their beauty
for in a crowd of white dwarfs
so few become supernovas
and there is always the risk
of becoming
a self-destructive
drag others down with you
black hole.
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