This is what happens when I’m the only sober person left in a bar.
…I can’t decide if it’s desperate or just plain corny.
Please ignore the silly punctuation.
You are born with your eyes blazing;
a thousand summers, shining,
like fireflies in the night;
a billion supernovas gasping for a breath;
upon this earth,
and then you shatter,
skip a beat,
like those lightening bugs
bursting into stardust—
a cold, August night.