I was never an Angel,
I was never a Goddess,
I was never a Saint.
I am just a Fallen Star.
Soon to be forgotten and unwanted.
My light may seem intriguing,
But once you reach inside,
You'll be grabbing nothing but heated hydrogen and helium.
I'll burn you.
No, I am not that fallen star that will grant you three wishes,
So don't get your hopes up.
This is why I stay away,
Because I don't want to hurt anyone.
Yet, I'm so curious about everything,
That I heed my own warnings,
And end up burning a lot of things.
I never learn from my mistakes,
That's why I was exiled from the constellations.
Soon I will turn into a supernova,
And you won't even remember me after the burst of colors.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
