in my mind's eye this is a masterpiece
in my vision this exists in sight and touch, perfect and completely pristine yet uncut
changing and mutating yet unbound,
an image without words and a song without sound
the scene has been committed to memory but will never keep it's form, never staying static and true until it is fully born
in my thoughts this has all already been said,
but it will never keep shape if it continues to exist only in my head
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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.
