Stars cut across the sky
and words cut across empty spaces.
Bolts of light pierce the dark heavens,
and emotions good and bad pierce hearts.
A cold breeze will grip one,
a cold saying will kill one.
Water slashes upon cliffs,
as life takes a few hits too.
Words will slide out of mouths,
as rain rolls down hillsides.
Regrets and fears will always be
just like the sun and the moon.
As an earthquake doesn't give up,
neither will my determination.
Stars may cut across the sky
and words cut across empty spaces.
But my sky's still alive,
and empty space and be filled.
Author notes
well that sucked a bunch of arse.
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