to the girl who stares
at me wide-eyed and
voiceless.
they say the stars
are beautiful;
shimmering, shivering dots
of hope that exist in the cracks
of a human soul.
where have your stars gone?
because your eyes look into me
with a dead, starless sky.
YOU ARE READING
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Poesíain which; a girl and her reflection scribble letters to one another. Lower-case intended || all rights reserved. copyright © 2014 | -retrospect- .