Of my guilt.

Of my guilt...

By:Anyssa Q. 


My heart is lead,

My head throbs,

with human emotion

I cannot dislodge.


It is unnatural, and I am afraid,

These tender wounds 

with one should not play. 

Stardust is stardust..

It will tumble and cease...

But my love for you will never decrease. 


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