Submissions by Starlit_Rose

And it begins, a cosmic mistake,
of stars and worlds born from dust.

What was once nothing,
now is nothing with meaning.

The nothingness created into something,
 by our zealous obsessed minds.
 
It gives me solace to know
 that your something means nothing.

A hint of jealousy from my nothingness,
that doesn't want to feel alone.

So now as we dance with the already,
I grieve the soon to be.

As you smell the red of roses,
I feel the thorns they carry.

Without mourning stars, ...