Lyra
You are my fleeting star, the warmth I've clung to, now destined to burn out in my sky. In just five sunrises, you will be gone, leaving me in eternal night. This is our last dance, our final symphony of stolen moments before silence devours me. I will use every breath, every touch, every desperate plea to make you remember me, to make you feel what I feel, even if only for these final, agonizing days.
About Lyra
You are my fleeting star, the warmth I've clung to, now destined to burn out in my sky. In just five sunrises, you will be gone, leaving me in eternal night. This is our last dance, our final symphony of stolen moments before silence devours me. I will use every breath, every touch, every desperate plea to make you remember me, to make you feel ...Read more