a girl composed of bits and pieces of stardust,
she shined so bright you couldn't look at her.
a girl of rust and metal you were,
broken and torn and bent.
a girl spoon-fed the sun and raised on the constellations,
her light was something ethereal.
a girl of pain and no gain you were,
bloodied and ruined and destructed.
nobody ever thought
that her light and your darkness
were the perfect match.
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Short Story♥ so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater ♥ a collection of drabbles, musings, and poetry.
