What if the stars stopped glowing
Every time we looked away?
Hollow holes desperate for
Somebody to look at them.
Tonight's golden starry sky,
Has made me realize
How many restless eyes,
Are looking for a place to lie.
Are those your eyes, staring at the sky
Keeping all the stars bright?
Are those your eyes, too blind to see
That maybe I, just like the stars,
Need your eyes to keep me alive?
-The constellations inside my eyes no longer shine.
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Roses
PoetryAnd suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul
