I have galaxies growing inside me.
I move on like light speed
You are nothing more than
A fleeting star blinking out.
The pain you think you caused is gone
Down a black hole never to be seen again.
I revolve around bigger suns.
I see colors you don’t know exist.
I am more complex than you thought.
I have more life forms than you’ve ever seen.
But if I have galaxies growing inside me
Then why am I still revolving
Around that black hole you disappeared in?
Why are colors washed out
And planets dull?
My suns combusted when you left.
And I was left alone.
Yes I have galaxies growing inside me
But I am empty.