11-24-2019, 07:28 AM
Centric
Wish I'd never
compared you to the magic in stars,
only to discover distant suns,
long dead,
making light into a lie,
a collaboration with darkness.
I foolishly believed you revolved
around me
until you left
me cold as galaxies waiting to be named,
proved
my faith the truest lie.
Wish I'd never
compared you to the magic in stars,
only to discover distant suns,
long dead,
making light into a lie,
a collaboration with darkness.
I foolishly believed you revolved
around me
until you left
me cold as galaxies waiting to be named,
proved
my faith the truest lie.
Time is the best editor.