Stop
Just stop trying
To fit all that brilliance
Into a zero - sized body
The only thing
Wrong with you
Is your stubborn blindness
To your enthralling beauty
The only thing
Heavy in you
Is the heart that
Is filled with so much love
The only thing
That you're doing wrong
Is trying to become someone
Who doesn't even stand a chance
In front of the miracle
That you are
So please stop
You're already the epitome
Of what you were meant to be
YOU ARE READING
Stelliferous
PoetryWords strung together by a broken heart.... Coming out jumbled by a wary mind.... Do read if you think that Words can either build our worlds Or destroy them. "And when your whole, wide world is lost in the abyss, I'll be that start that guides you...
