november : 16th.
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the obsidian sky is soaked with stars, shimmering like rhinestones :
i sneak a nervous glance at you
and wonder ─
if you're a child of the galaxy.
your slender appendages wrap around my wrist, skin smoother than silk
a comet, glowing so bright it could burn us ─
and the moon?
the moon chuckles at my romanticism.
i question you then, your cocoa eyes twinkling as they meet mine ;
do you dream to be a cosmonaut?
and you tilt your head, lips curled up
so lovely
because you believe ─
the universe is iridescent.
── constellations.
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a/n : i wasn't a poetry person, but now i can't stop! :)
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Poetrybut you see, there is a graveyard in my mouth, filled with words that have died on my lips. © 2020 mia ruby jane | all rights reserved [ a poetry collection ]
