i swear to you,
i am meant to be part
of a constellation.
i can feel the stardust
in my veins.
i do not want to decay
underneath the earth;
no, i want to shine
across the night sky.
i want to be iridescent.
is it selfish to want to be important?
to want to be seen as beautiful?
to want to belong?
i can feel the stardust in my veins.
i can feel gravity pulling
me towards the night sky.
i can feel the stardust in my veins.
a promise, of sorts, of what i will be.
a reminder of what i was.
is it selfish to want to be home?
i swear to you,
i am meant to be part
of a constellation.
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recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
