will there ever
be a time
when the heavens
peck my nose
and kiss
my dry lips
so deeply-
I become
the star
I was told
I'll always be?
no?
-thought so.
⚛︎⚛︎⚛︎
sunburn in my eyes, i've been looking up too long
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{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )
Poetryshe had hoped to know who she was when blowing out her seventeen candles Ⓒ 2017, shoobari. All Rights Reserved sigh, ok : #26 [ 06 | 29 | 17 ]
