WE ARE our own galaxies
made from dust, made of dust
the stars that make us glimmer are actually dead
and our meteors could perish all of humanity
one day you will fall in love with the moon only to realize that you deserve the Sun
know the difference between these two
for the Sun will light up your darkest days with a single ray
and the moon, though equally as beautiful, absorbs the light off others
only to reflect a temporary ecstasy.
they will replenish the desolate cries of your atmosphere
but remember my dear,
that even without them,
WE ARE our own galaxies.
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Mended
PoetryThrowback to the broken hearted days. Written in the past, here's a compilation of words strung together depicting what I felt then. Love is the only thing that is capable of making you feel so good, yet can of kill you inside out. But pain is beaut...
