She was a girl of status,
Thus will remain anonymous.
My Secret,
way above the stratus,
My Arcane Astrotnomist.
There are more atoms in her eyes than the universe has stars,
Though her face takes all the gazes
Bombarded by the many Men of Mars.
She is always running from the bull
That seek for their queen of Venus.
Deflecting their gravitational pulls;
Each assuming will draw her to his penis.
I learned that her past was hit with comets
Leaving craters on her heart,
Leaving behind black holes
That were quasars from the start.
Floating up into our minds,
Space walking in our heads.
A galaxy of cosmic energy
Astral projecting to what is said.
Then all I saw went in reverse
As I would fall back onto earth.
I couldn't hear her words
But read her lips
As she kissed me
While I caught her by her hips.
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoetryWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
