Oh my stars
Fall apart
Oh my stars
Don't you start
If our hearts learned how to fly
How many people would teach them to die
And How many people would jump off a bridge
And how many hearts taught those people to live.
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Shiny
PoetryI'm a lover of shiny things a dreamer of dreams. Enjoyer of rhyming things a cutter of strings. A lover of love and a lover of words, but in all reality... I'm just a girl.
