forty-foursunsets

She had a shadow that followed her, and would scream in fright. It bore a whisper of death of which she had no delight. So slowly she wrapped around her neck What was to be hope. That no one would ever find out Exactly what was spoke.

We had your love, but there were always terms and conditions.

"Have you ever seen a dying star?" He asked her. The girl shook her head, confused. "A dying star," he began slowly, "is magnificent. It radiates color, light, life," he paused for a moment and looked into the dying girl's eyes. "During all of that, it produces chemicals, and those chemicals work like seeds to grow a new generation of stars." "They call it a Supernova. That is what you are," he said as tears filled his eyes. "You are a Supernova."

I promise you my tears could flood the ocean and I have no more for your rivers.

I try to stay magical, but inside I'm just a dying star.

I remember the feel of the rain on my face, and the wind pounding my head. I have learned to sleep peacefully despite the thunder.

They envied us, but little did they know we were falling stars.

The painful part is I no longer smile at the thought of you.

You will know that you have healed when your eyes are no longer running with pain and your heart is no longer heavy with regret.

like the sky when the light touches the dark and the moon gives way to the sun my eyes open to see you and i am fulfilled in this misery called life that becomes more bearable each day with you