The Story

Descent from a sky,
given elite from all life.
Isolated in destiny,
all blackness for our light.
The stars lined for one movement
Handed will not by choice to choose what is forced
Depraved without sensing you and nothing next to you
Something too large for the story that holds it,
Complicate what's simple
Pacify the mystery.

Grown from the wreck,
risen from mud.
We're shrapnel given time
and made of destroyers,
same as old stars.
Connected by weakness
we're making what's greatness.
We don't last long but we feel forever,
and sometimes love seems longer than all of it.
Show me a more beautiful story.