"There was darkness,
In his eyes.
And every time he cried,
He cried black holes,
Sometimes stars.
His soul was light,
Shining like thousand suns."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 37
"There was darkness,
In his eyes.
And every time he cried,
He cried black holes,
Sometimes stars.
His soul was light,
Shining like thousand suns."
