beyondMC,
Literary: Dying Stars
Everyday, I count the minutes and hours,
Measuring how long I have loved you.
Just like the brightest of stars,
For the longest time I have been blue.
Gravity doesn’t mean much to me
For I know who I’m supposed to be,
Even though everything I love about you
Is everything I hate about me.
Open your eyes so you can see
Why the stars mean so much to me:
They are wishes that never came true,
Lights that died before it could even reach you.
Several years have passed,
Hundreds of hours wasted,
Searching for the perfect star
Before it eventually faded.
I wonder why in the universe
Would someone like me
Be so into you
Even though you will never see me
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