like a black hole, you pulled me in
and i was so blinded by
the beauty of the stars
that i didn't realize that once i entered
there was no way out
YOU ARE READING
quarter to dawn {poetry}
Poesíaa collection of poems. you ask me why i like art and i tell you that the water colours bleed prettier than my wrists
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like a black hole, you pulled me in
and i was so blinded by
the beauty of the stars
that i didn't realize that once i entered
there was no way out
