what makes us ethereal

a collection of poems about love, life and sadness

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but alike the stars, what we have
what we see, we have let go
you see, the stars that we see right now
are a reflection of reality, long ago

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what if the sea
is just a puddle of
all the world's
forgotten tears

and what if the
stars are just our portals
to our loves
in passing years

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you were all of my thick stray eyelashes
covered in mascara and tears
falling from their homeland
though it had been years

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now I see a beauty in hopeless-
that I wish not to define
the will to fix something deemed broken
and then to call that thing mine

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do not weep for the sun
but for the moon and its phases
do not weep for the sky as its streams fill your window like tears fill your cheeks,
but weep for the stars above this great madness
because although through your rose-tinted glasses they are clusters of our magic,
in reality, they are thousands of lightyears apart

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tugging my heartstrings
to places I'd not known
in these faded blank pages
I'd for so long
called
home