I can't help but fall in love with stars.
The way they shine brightest when the hour is dark.
The way they can be both lion and lamb at the same fucking time.
The way they are most beautiful when together, united as one.
If only we knew how much we were like stars, this our dark, decaying world would have been a much brighter place.
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Beautiful Madness
PoetryThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
