i. the night remembers your secrets. your tears are what stain it dark, your sadness washes over it even in the day - the sky remains blue.
ii. it steals away your worst dreams and replaces it with hope - why else do you think you forget your dreams when you wake up?
iii. the moon sneaks beside you every night at twelve, for it dances upon your face praying you'll still breathe tomorrow, wishing you'll still outshine her glow the next day.
iv. the stars want you alive. they twinkle in and out, in and out, because they want you to seek them out like you do - always.
v. stay. for the love of the galaxy, stay.
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For Lyssade, who has never failed to remind me how much my poems mean to everyone.
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Prismatic Memories
Poetry"i. they tell me they cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. scie...
