Hearts are not shelves,
Sitting still and solid and waiting for someone to fill them.
They are wild creatures,
With minds of their own
That just so happen
To call the human body their home.
YOU ARE READING
Stardust
PoetryPoetry from a girl with a lot to say and even more to write. I update every Saturday at least, and occasionally throughout the week. This is my first story, so all feedback is appreciated. Hope you enjoy! -Dedicated to Jaelyn Richardson. Love ya b...
