she is a creature
of the night—
stardust in her
eyes and
moonshine in
her hair
they don't even
hear the soft
breaths of her
wistful laughter
as she lay
asleep at the
back of every
classroom with
co ns te ll at io ns
drawn on every
facet of her
granite arms
alabaster fore-
h a n d s
she's all dark
secrets and a
tragic past
she's too shy,
too soft, too
infinitesimal to
be noticed by the
creatures of the
day— not when
she hides herself
in cloaks sewn
together with
midnight rain and
pieced together
by fragments of
shadows and
two a.m. sky
and then she met
him— all
honeysuckle hair
sunshine smiles
and clear skied
eyes, if only she
knew of the trouble
he would cause her
because, although
the ethereal
constellatory girl
was beautiful, she
was also as
reflective as the
moon, if not even
more so
he could not bare
her marble skin
and the way his
sunbeams reflected
off of her; he was
blinded by her
radiance and often
felt as though his
eyes had borne
into the fiery stars
burnt into the shiny
facets of a diamond
to ease the
sunshine boy of his
heavy burden, she
constricted her
blinding starlight
and combed the
moonshine out
of her hair, she
suffered the
sunburn of their
forbidden love
and he bruised his
lips kissing away
her astral tears
their love was of the
night, the faraway
land where either
shined too much or
not at all and often
died for one another
if only to let the other
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