i have spent my life bathing in the light of stars
drifting through a void so limitless
that i have never felt their warmth
i'm always too far, too cold, too much
but darling, i've gotten stuck in your obit and suddenly i understand what makes a sun different, what separates two heavenly bodies that share everything in common
but a name
you weren't afraid to get close
- and that made it all worth while
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Symptoms of Starlight | Poetry
Poetry"you've been brushed by the need for something greater, your head waits for a crown." In which a girl writes down everything from 2 am thoughts to afternoon drabbles to empowering poems in hopes it all means something.
