This is what happens when I get texts at 6 in the morning.
And she doesn't excuse herself when she passes through the crowd
She feels she owns the breeze that settles 5 feet down.
He mocks her bouncy walk and peppered shoes
She snickers to herself; something unknown to laugh to.
He is a hard, dark asteroid, yet she is in the skies.
He is quick after meeting, to bolt and hide.
She is but plain Stardust and quiet light;
Broken glass that shines too bright.
He broke her down and flew into an abyss
She picked herself up and nothing was amiss.
They died that night as the sun did set
And the next mourning there was no regret.
Somethings never end.
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