She held the stars in her eyes,
her life, a mystery she hadn't solved.
A heart, a murder, a blame on someone else
A wonderous thought,
Invasive to all others
a driving force
Lavender, a familiar scent.
Nostalgia, a familiar resentment.
A rooftop, beautiful memories.
Sealed shut, locked tight.
Tears, an emotion.
Hate, bound to be a part.
Of what? She doesn't understand.
'It's complicated'
Yes, but neither has she understood.
Wanting to be understood,
wanting to understand.
The enigma.
The fluorescent light that shines millions of miles away.
The purpose,Of the stars she held in her eyes.
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Aesthetics
Randomaesthete /ˈiːsθiːt,ˈɛsθiːt/ noun a person who is appreciative of and sensitive to art and beauty. a collection of my poems of all genres, from heartbreak to first love, from cherry blossoms to hot summer evenings at the beach. I hope you enjoy
