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.
2 Comments
Sophiascb
Came here trying to find this poem from the facts you posted about the collection. I only joined write the world a few weeks ago and read you collection a few days ago, but this poem sticks with me. "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" hits me in the gut for some reason. It's like someone turning their shoulder and walking away from you. It's beautiful.
Paisley Blue
woah... um, how did I miss this?! this is amazing. wow. I thought of sort of an Icarus-type person falling from the night sky, on fire... this is beautiful! wow I love this series <3