I can count the number of moles
he has on his chest
With just one hand
To me they are beautiful
To him they are nothing
I told him they were his body's own constellation
And I being the star gazer I am
Just layed there
Creating new ways to connect one mole to another
One star with the next
I never realized until that moment
that everyone is their own universe
And sometimes we must learn
Not all universes are inhabitable
G.Z Mélancolie
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3 am thoughts.
PoesíaA collection of thoughts , poems and quotes from a girl who writes at 3 am
