how many years have past since you bled?
how many centuries have waned since someone let red blossom from your skin?
how many eons have gone by since it began to scar?
how many ages has that mark blemished you?
how many lives have you had to let it heal?
why does your wound still ache with such light pressure, even when the hurt is buried? when will it cease to?
- all you do is bandage it again
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Symptoms of Starlight | Poetry
Poetry"you've been brushed by the need for something greater, your head waits for a crown." In which a girl writes down everything from 2 am thoughts to afternoon drabbles to empowering poems in hopes it all means something.
