She laid awake looking up
Up at the ceiling
Up at the night sky
Up at the stars
Up at infinite galaxies beyond
Beyond her and everything else
She did this to keep herself from going down
Down back to earth
Down back to her room
Down back to her bed
Down back to her thoughts
Down back to her beating heart
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Every Beating Heart
PoetryShe was a delicate flower turned into a rock hard stone. He was a strand of gold losing its shine. Together they were broken by the hands of others. Every last beat of their hearts became intwined. Brought together by heartbreakers they shall fix e...
