She was like a shooting star
dead and beautiful in the moment
but
she became a constellation
each broken piece a light in the sky
and when she left with the pills by her side
he found her by looking up to the stars at night
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PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
