"How do stars die?" the moonchild asked. "In ways you'll never understand", she replied as her tears dried. "But why do you want to die?" she asked again as she stares at a star who wished to hang herself from the sky.
Why do you want to die? when -
your stellar presence radiate various colors throughout the entire galaxy in larger perspectives and that you're the chosen one out of all stars for someone's night wishes. One day, the universe will collapse into tiny bits of atoms in the air, leaving nothing but memories' kisses.
If you wished to end the light years ahead of you, you'll never know how lovely and magical you actually are 'til you burst into a supernova of your one and only kind. A star feeling empty is actually full of star dusts sitting on top of everyone's eyelids, making them cry aplenty.
The star who wished to die, my smile would be a lie. You and I wished you'd stay but the void couldn't be kept at bay. The star who wished to die, you matter and will be remembered, always. Wherever cosmos you stray and feel okay, may you live longer in your own special ways.
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The Secrets of a Moonchild
Poetrya collection of poems for lost souls, dreams and the ability to see beauty in all of the universe's color scheme. [PREVIEW ONLY] 🌙ongoing
