A rare constellation, one in a 100 billion.
Every burst of energy let off a miricle, once in a millennia.
Her eyes were filled with stardust,
Her locks conducted the sky.
Everything about her was radiant.
Her life full of dreams.
I knew this girl once, she used all her stardust up.
No more glitter fell from her pocket.
It was sprinkled throughout her life touching the people she loved. It shone so bright.
But she was dulling. She had used all her stars.
Her once in a billion Ophiuchus constellation burning so bright it might just crash. And burn. And die.
A sprinkle of stardust in my life I hold onto.
It came a long way.
I won't let it go.
I won't let her go.
I won't let her burn.