I Wrote This Beneath Stars
A bottle of ink spilled onto a sheet of paper
My tears fell too
It dried into a poem.
Did you know that even stars die?
I whisper to them, you are eternal!
I still do
Because all eternity means to me
is existence beyond when I cease to exist.
If only I could die before you!
So that you could become eternal
Like the stars.
I wrote this beneath stars.
