Death of a Star.

An ice cold sunrise gives way to the ever dimming light. The once warm and soothing arms of sunshine turn to shrill nights of eternity. Your eyes are still oceans, however mine have all but dried up. Just the teardrops of a dying stream remain. I have already begun to implode on myself. I can feel the strength to go on leaving my being. You will always shine on, for you have only just realized how bright you really are. Everything has a beginning and an end. The galaxies we created together will continue on without me. The pieces of my exisitence will never truly disappear. Like a foggy memory i will always hover around you in an everlasting orbit. The death of a star is always tragic, but new beginnings are always born from the debris. The sun begins to set, and you close in to give me a kiss. As i recieve your lips, i stare into your eyes for the last time as I turn to dust.