THIS IS A COLLECTION OF POEMS UNDER A SINGLE TITLE
XVII. Part 1. an ode to the one's who push their sorrow onto others;
i am not a psychopath.
the stars are only what you make of them
but when it comes down to it,
they're just balls of gas destined to self-destruct.
and your falling stars
are the very one's i've sworn not to catch
So, what did you think when you read that. Even if it was the most unintelligible scene that flashed across your mind, I'd like to know.