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STARS

i talk too much about the unknown
i speak too much of things that i don't know of

of things that i've only seen

things i've only heard
about
things showcased on screen

things described in 140 words





and i use them as metaphors
and i talk about them like i know

how their world, made from billions of atoms

is the same as that of a bird

i use them to say

how my feelings burn
i use them to say
how my heart aches and hurts

i use them to describe
her amazing eyes

i use them to tell

how cities were built
and empires fell






i say all of this, like i know

how they work and how they speak
in their own magnificent way, which is absolutely absurd

because stars don't speak
they don't use words
neither do they breath
or feel
like humans would

so why do i use,

these particles to explain

these desires that burn
these wounds that itch
these tears that burn
my soul that's caught flames






i speak too much

of the light in the sky

which i know nothing of
nor do i ask why

why i love to look up
and wonder 'what if'

what if i grew wings
and tried to fly up

up to those suns






would i burn?

would my wings come off?

would i fall down from the sky?

and would anybody cry,
for the stupid soul who wanted to see
if the suns were just like i thought that they'd be




   
dedicated to geminiis- one of the first people to read my book paper cuts, an amazing person i relate very much to.

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