Miranda

And then...

and then I wish the sun would die
the stars would fade
and the moon would cry
those around me seem to sigh
the sigh of wilted petals
in the desert wind, so dry.
The sigh of the heartless.
it will get better
but sometimes it doesn't.
no matter how hard i try
so i say die, to the sun
...fade, to the stars
...cry, to the moon.
have i spoken to early?
did i give up too soon?

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