no one wants to get knocked off the pedestal.
but it is the most beautiful thing.
the gold dripping away from your bare feet,
flames picking at wings crafted of leaf paper
as you are thrown down into the galaxy abyss.
clouds brushing against rain-kissed skin
the stars grasping at your feet.
hurdling towards the unknown,
angels dancing at your loss
even if it took an eternity
to crawl your way back to the top
you would not care
for you would do anything
to hold hands with the constellations once more.
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a / n : this wasn't a poem, more of a ramble lol