you made me believe in poetry and stringing silly words together in hopes i can conjure some phrase that describes this feeling that consumes when your eyes find mine.
i've yet to find the appropriate terms, but i'm beginning to speak in rhymes.
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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.
