bleaks!

.....have i ever?
hurt you so bad,
between the thick residue.
i have not a fear but the fear of being alone...
i looked between the vastness of the sky.
how lonely the moon hang in the misty starry sky.
i have wished upon the shooting stars
"with many fears and less believing
bythe door
with chrysenthemums
"...any colour would do." you barked.