Rivers on my face
Like I'm made of oceans but I am still down to Earth
My heart rages like a fireball in the throat of the dragon ready for an outburst
Happiness garnished my soul but these were only decorations to denote some
masquerade of a happy make-believe world
I sighed winds so heavy they reflected my hurt
While he stood in the middle of my solar system claiming I was the prettiest ,
I was his favourite world ,
he claimed these believable words
And sent me love letters in the forms of stars
And kissed my skin first thing in the morning, the dawn, after dark
But I knew I could never be the only one
In a universe of infinite galaxies that homed millions of planets and worlds,
was I being gullible to believe I was the only planet Earth ?
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