These frail hands traced
His dim, fading smile,
While my silhouette craved
For his muted sighs.

His stale words trapped
Within the echoes of his thoughts,
Like stars flickering
Among blood diamonds.

Streaks of light burning
Scorching our tainted tales,
As the smoke slowly dissipating
Paving a black hole of trails.

Of specks and stardust
I am or was I?
For I, I still keep wishing
Into his fallen eyes.

© dark_angel

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