Supernova.

Even the sun can’t hold on to its light; It only burns itself and rages against the cosmic void.

He thinks she’s like the sun

That shines upon his garden growth

There’s a fire of passion in her eyes

Yet her fingertips burn with humble warmth

She gazes in wonder at the meteors

Shooting down on earth’s porch.

She used to make wishes

Every chance she would get

Blowing away fallen lashes

And the candles on her birthday

But her dreams faded away

Now their absence is so loud.

Even the sun

Can’t hold on to its light

It only burns itself and

Rages against the cosmic void.

Maybe the light blinded her into darkness.

Maybe she shone a little too bright.

The way meteors

shoot across the mesosphere

Their fire,

Burnt out.

She’s wasted potential,

Her beauty but a mirage,

Like the fading light

of our dying star.