Creator - Tanmayi Six months ago
You promised the stars to stay with me forever to never leave my side, but a broken promise hung in the wind that day. Waiting to pounce. Now the stars don't shine as bright as they used to, my bed stays hostile and alone, cold fingers wrap around my neck at night, and in my chest lies a gaping hole. Wandering around in the middle of the night, I ask the stars, "When did you decide, My Love, That we're better off six feet apart?"
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