Let the fated stars tumble down,
For who could ever stop them.
Maybe they could free us,
Maybe we could follow them into their oblivion.
He looked at her.
She stared back silent,
Her eyes sore, her cheeks
Tracing tears.
She was never beautiful.
Mar 3, 2010
Mar 3, 2010 at 11:52 AM UTC
Let the fated stars tumble down,
For who could ever stop them.
Maybe they could free us,
Maybe we could follow them into their oblivion.
He looked at her.
She stared back silent,
Her eyes sore, her cheeks
Tracing tears.
She was never beautiful.