Now, as I sit here past the prime of my life,
I finally see the stars for what they are, nothing but coal that taints my palm
black paste, unable to wash,
and repeat to myself: “I hope you’ll rot”

I clench my teeth whenever I see your face, Battling with my angry tears to save some grace.
My wrinkled and old, shaking hands,
take your frame and spare one more glance.

All the stars you have promised, the lilac sky
Now I pick my plum spots and wonder where you lie?
My skin is burned, and my jaw is sore, but I still pray and look up at the dark sky,
And I still wait for your promised stars.

Why have you left this cruel life onto me, when you promised you'd always hold my hand when I call upon Thea?
If only I knew how to see the truth behind your lies,
Perhaps then I wouldn’t have fallen for those sky-blue eyes.

Your picture still stands on the credenza in my living room,
And I still cry whenever I look at those eyes.
The memories of all those nights left with nothing but a sore wound,
If only I knew how to deal with “one of those” moods.

Thank you ❤️. I had a lot of fun drawing it

Coloring #oc #art #ocart

I am Deer and I make doodles from time to time. I am cool I swear