Darling if I was a star you were the man below who's eyes drifting to discover landed upon me.
On accident your route long forgotten, but I knew.
I knew I was the the end goal that I was not who you were searching for,
I knew in that moment when you said those words that hang heavy and my heart weighed you through that it would be a moment and not forever.
I knew when I looked and out of the billions that lay in the galaxy you spotted me, but I am not your to have.
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Salvaged Soul
Poetry"The mind is a beautiful servant but a dangerous master" It said "so i must then let it serve my soul" I whispered A salvaged soul is not new, it is old. It has lost and is still losing but is no longer who it was when it first broke. To be one step...
