The string lights
Dance in the midnight glow
Words flow out of me
And illuminate my skin.
I can feel my presence,
My dull heart beat
Pulsing through a living machine.
Scars are fading
And forever is right now.
Shaking fingers
Are so easily steadied.
It's only as bad as your head makes it out to be
But I am not thinking with my head
But the rhythm of the stars.
Chipping nail varnish
Seems a masterpiece
And I could scream
A thousand shouts of adoration.
I live for blissful moments
Like feeling blood in my veins
I live for euphoric moments
Like dreaming until morning light.
-by holly boyd
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