cosmos
she is an absence of color
a shade of mixed meaning when there are no others
a piece of something put together
by a constellation of diminished stars.
she is somebody's secret
aimlessly orbiting the universe
at a steady pace
though she is merely one among the many.
how long has she spent pondering
her existential whereabouts
or her internal yearn for affection.
her mind is simplistic
though more often than not
her thoughts are inconsistent.
she is a reflection of the deepest shades
of galactic intermediacy
a broken bit of something bigger
an isolated piece of entity
and all that she is
stands to be all that ever will be
for she is merely a vision
lightyears away
surrounded by what is and what could have been.
the maybes and the mights
all of the lonely nights
she is so much more than just another subtle luminescent light
lining the evening sky.
and maybe she doesn't see it yet
but she is still somebody's special secret
and night after night
they wish as they may and they wish as they might
sending her delicate dreams and vibrant thoughts
she has become a confidante.
she is an absence of color
a glowing hue unlike any other
incomparable to any singularity
she embodies every individual planet and galaxy
she is everything and anything that stands in between
she is the all consuming cosmos
in which revolves around our entirety.
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all of the things i should have said sooner
Poesíasometimes the only way to explain how you're feeling is through concepts. this is how i feel. a collection of thoughts, sometimes incomplete and occasionally inconsistent. ideas revolving around the concept of love and it's relevance to the mind...
