Our love is like the stars.
Delicate and twinkling
With soft, breathtaking light.
But when you get up close,
It's bright and burning,
A ball of gas and flame and passion.
I squeeze your hand.
You squeeze back.
We can't know what future
The universe holds for us,
But for now,
We release our dreams into shooting stars
That streak away to the future,
Where we will certainly meet again.
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Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
