The boy of stars burns the brightest
Eyes like rivers that never weep
Crescent moon scars, hair of ebony and ash
A tragedy of a glowing soul
Charm is an old friend
Humor is his cloak of invisibility
Stretched thin from wear
And the darkness seeps
A boy of carefree words
A man of careless sins
Who reached for love and watched it shatter
Falling away at his own fault, A man of his own undoing
Twisting hands wrangled his defiant heart
The hands of his boyhood days
Whose grip is as firm as laughter
But now it twists sharply like a knife
The dorms aren’t what they once were
They echo of feet that had ran its halls a million times
It is innocent bliss
That they don’t hear the dull thunk of stone
a hardened heart been betrayed
(randomly felt like blessing y’all with sirius black poetry lmao)
IM GONNA SCREAM FUCK THAT I AM SCREAMING EVERYONE COME LOOK AT ARI'S POETRY