Love and stardust.
Sheer beauty sparkled in his eyes,
The last remains of hope in the universe.
He was the definition of elegance
And swallowed any idea of desperation or misery.
The night sky speaks levels of wonders,
Communicating indescribable concepts with its seemingly simple elements.
Sharp, stunning focus. Clarity.
The perfect contrast of light and dark.
The melding of the black hopelessness of night and the bright glimmer of cosmic wonders.
Engulfing you in a majestic silence
The wind carries the whispers of a thousand souls.
Words of wisdom
From the masters of disguise
But something about the moon is peacefully eerie
The silence gave it all away
From orchids blooming warily in the meadows
To the glistening dewdrops on the grass
They all whispered
And giggled
And conspired against me.
I could only watch in amazement
As the cosmos made love with the heavens
I was not worthy.
I did not deserve to behold it so.
The skies rumbled angrily
Shattering any hope of peace
And in a torrential downpour
The agonies of the universe released themselves.
And quite beautifully so.
And despite the sudden overwhelming disruption in tranquillity
I found myself falling madly in love with the chaos
And in that moment I knew
It was all over for me.
Because once you introduce a new drug
To an already-addicted soul
There's just no going back.
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Poetry"and isn't it terrifying? that in a fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over."
