Star dust
Smoothed on your chest
Chemical reactions
Combusting in your eyes
Your hand is gripping my waist
Dripping galaxies onto my skin
Hush hush
The sun starts to rise
Golden sun rays spill onto your lies
Our speckled skin turns grey
The stars have collapsed
The universe is flipped
I will search space
To find you again
But space is infinity...
And you are only 6 hours
YOU ARE READING
kiss me goodnight and tell me i'm pretty
Poetrydo you think we'll be in love forever?
