you are celestial remnants pieced together to create something far more beautiful than anything else in the astral sky. you are wonderful, magnificent, divine.
i imagine lilacs sprouting from your eyelashes and sunflowers looking up at you as if you were their sun. i wouldn't blame them if they did, you're too beautiful.
and at night, i look up and my heart flutters at the simple fact that you see the same majestic moon as i do (although of course, the moon could never compares to you).
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crimson
Poesía'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
