he always talked about catching me a star. the way he would look up to the sky like one day he would reach up and just grab one. He made believe he actually would. his eyes would look up to the sky and catch all the stars in his eyes. Every galaxy, every beautiful little sparkle and light would transform themselves in his eyes. Lacing themselves in his irises. he unfortunately was broken. so broken that the stars and galaxies i saw inside of him were now leaking out all of his cracks. his eyes now shined like broken stars, but they still seemed too convince me that he could touch the sky. they still were the brightest stars i have ever seen. the only star i want him to catch me is the stars he keeps locked up behind his eyes.
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Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.
PoetryI'm an over emotional little dandelion. Very sensitive but also a tough little cookie. So like this is all my feelings in a little book. Some are about people. Some are about me. Some are about life. Just everything really. PLEASE LEAVE feedback ! F...
