ii. TILL THE END OF TIME.
may the stars fade out,
planets evolve into death itself,
the universe fall apart;
all before you say goodbye.
[ SOFT BOY, THE TWENTY-FIFTH OF APRIL. ]
an excerpt.
❝ i hope you do become the dream of being
an astronaut for i would love to see you once more,"
his head bowed to his knees,
"after all that time, i'll miss you. ❞
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
