It's amazing
how when we look up
at the stars
We're gazing at things
that died
millions of years ago.
Your eyes
have the same concept
But the light went out
when we lost each other
And now
I'm gazing at these eyes
that are dead
But somehow
still functioning
c.r.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholy ~ poems by Possessive Princess
Poetrymel.an.chol.y ˈmelənˌkälē/ noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
