My stars

February 12, 2015

Some people leave this earth sooner than others

Some of them were the roses we held dear to our soul

Sometimes it's unfair to the one who got stolen by the sky

And sometimes it's unfair to those that they left behind

We can't help but remember them when we see dust

Or when we hear that song that we played together on the radio

Or when we eat their favorite meal

Or when we smell something that mocks the scent of them

And

We remember their soft touches

Even after every tangible thing of theirs has longly faded away

When we see shooting stars at night

We can't help but make the wish of them

And all of these things we still hold on to

Even though they're the ones who already let go...

-m.c.-

//;This one's for all of my stars that have already been fired away;//

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