This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UC Berkeley chapter.
On the bed,
With her last wish
She asked me to
Fly to the moon
And
Bring back the brightest star
On the bed,
With her last breath
She said to me
I want to shine like the star
The star you’ll bring back to me
On the bed,
With her last words
She told me
I’ll wait for you to come back
I asked
Why can’t you take me there
To the place we’d be together
On the bed,
With her last thoughts
She closed her eyes
And said goodbyes
To all the stars
In the sky
On the bed,
With her last heartbeat
She faded away
Not knowing all along
She was the sun
Guiding the world
With the brightest light