Restless nights keep me awake at night.
Leaving me to dream beneath,
An abyss full of fireballs igniting every millisecond.
Breathless because of creation's stillness.
Speechless for the perfect words.
In awe of a higher passion.
And to think about how many there are and how every star has a planet, orbiting around her,
and how those stars collect into a massive cluster, that form an everlasting galaxy,
and how thousands and thousands of those mesmerizing galaxies create one huge cosmos.
Sometimes I just want to steal the stars and keep them, so I'm not alone at night.
Hoping this longing void could be filled by this radiant ceaseless masterpiece,
but I'm afraid whenever I reach they would become novas and explode by the touch of my grasp.
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Paper Hearts
RandomShe wrote your name on her paper heart Swore to hold you close But you could not see fragility under blue skies, rain, or smoke. And just like that she tried to hide the rip, tear, and the pain. Your gushing river tore her apart like papered artwor...
