Do you look at me like all the stars are in my eyes?
Like my hair is thin strands of gold?
Like I have the world in my hands?
Like my mouth is the most beautiful yet dangerous thing?
Because I'm scared that if you do, someone better will come along
Someone whose eyes actually hold galaxies instead of stars like mine
YOU ARE READING
Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)
