i swear she is made of supernovas
she walks in moon dust
and has stars sprinkled in her hair
she speaks in the color of galaxies
and dances like the swirls in the milky way
she paints pictures of meteor showers
and of the diamond rains on jupiter
she makes you dream of everything astral with her seraphic beauty
and when she looks at you
it's like, you know
she is not meant for you or earth
she is from the andromeda galaxy
and she is part of the stars
avoir elle est avoir les estoiles
{to have her is to have the stars}
~dedicated to dimples_daydreamer love you <3
1/24/18
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a happy kind of blue
Poetryit's a good kind of madness. a happy kind of blue ~~~ {lowercase intended} ~~~ ~cover by birdiehere~ ~highest ranked at #46 in poetry 5/17/18~
