A star floats until it bursts into a supernova
That extreme intensity of emotions I hang them at my ankles everyday
Until sandbags become helium balloons
And I'm a just a simple floating star watching my sun at a distance
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Wet Paper Feelings
PoetryDestroying my love in the sink, From inked to un-inked, I undid everything. Scars, scratches and blotches, I washed it and watched it run. My words in blue ran red, As I destroyed our love in the sink.
