I’ve been on a poetry kick lately. Rest assured, I will grow out of this phase eventually.

Intrinsic,
As a flame.
A fool.
A losing game.

There she is,
Gracefully,
Amongst the stars,
And I see…

The shining light,
Years ahead.
To naked eyes,
She is dead.

But the star,
No others see,
Intrigues,
Exquisitely.

The bright light,
Illuminates.
Never-ending coma.
Supernova.