#disqlosed

Shooting Star Someday You will leave. Not for lack of want or effort, Or caused by a falling out. But because our love was not meant To burn like a fire On a cold winter night, Growing until it Lights up and warms the Entire room. Or to grow tall like sunflowers That have been nurtured and Groomed to perfection. Getting closer to the sun with Each day that passes, Always coming that much Closer to dwelling Among the Gods. No, our love was a spark. A brief flash of brilliance across A dark night sky. A bright light in the distance That fades before you can reach it. A light luminous enough to give hope to those Watching, but gone before It’s full potential can be Explored.