Admire them from afar,
Like the beautiful constellation they are.
You want to feel them close,
But is it worth it?
Your eyes will melt,
And your skin will burn.
You will turn into dust,
While they keep on shining and sinning
With their mere existence.
Is the cost of turning into ashes worth it,
Just to feel them close for a brief moment?
Where their brightness makes your irises explode,
And the heat makes your soul melt?
Is it all worth it,
Knowing it will end you and erase your timeline,
While this is just another fleeting moment
In the endless light of their life?
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 6:51 PM UTC
Admire them from afar,
Like the beautiful constellation they are.
You want to feel them close,
But is it worth it?
Your eyes will melt,
And your skin will burn.
You will turn into dust,
While they keep on shining and sinning
With their mere existence.
Is the cost of turning into ashes worth it,
Just to feel them close for a brief moment?
Where their brightness makes your irises explode,
And the heat makes your soul melt?
Is it all worth it,
Knowing it will end you and erase your timeline,
While this is just another fleeting moment
In the endless light of their life?
I've revisited this one... I think it sounds better now.
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