Firestars, Starflies
now away from the crowd and
away from the place
the stars burn out that
used to light up her face,
and now he's walking alone
in the middle of the night
and is she thinking of him
because she's on his mind,
and staring so deep into the same black sky
and drifting so far into the same black void,
and thinking of you,
and thinking of you,
and thinking of you,
and thinking of you.
3 Comments:
beautiful........
but what about the poem you were gonna write about me?
love you!
wookie woo
patience my darling, patience. these things take time to develop to their full potential...
gosh that was lovely.
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