She had galaxies of stars in her eyes,
the freckles on her face alligned the way planets did,
she had the millkyway at the pit of her stomach,
shooting stars in the palm of her hand.
When she said she loved me,
I knew the whole universe did too.
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purpose (spilled ink)
PoetryThis is how I feel. [words strung together, expressing emotions i will never understand] it is my PURPOSE in life; to find, to fulfill, to feel.
