Funeral


I was forlorn
in your eyes
my love was forsaken.
Feelings scattered
from a nebula
burnt for thousands years
like Betelgeuse.
In hope for your eyes
I burnt in a fusion
infinite time,
but
was neglected
untill i turned into a black hole.
Now you have come
to my funeral
to give eyes,
those eyes
for which
I waited infinitely.

Unfortunately
Black holes just drag everything
Returning nothing.

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