The sky is full stars,
That'll die sooner or later.
The story about when you die and becoming a star is a lie.
When someone dies,
A star dies too.
Because that is how the universe weeps,
The bursting of a star,
Filling the space with a cascade of colors.
Shows you how beautiful death really is.
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!)
