'FRENCH GIRLS'
black french braids
glitter dusted cheek bones
supernovas in the palms
of your small fragile hands
which shine copper in this
darkening light.
a thousand more wished
embedded in your tangles
a million more silhouettes
dancing and chanting on
your chest.
you sip on your green tea
crunch on your french toast
sing for the stars
dance for the moon...
and our souls will intertwine
i promise you
we'll find each other
very soon.
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Poetry❝ we're like stardust scattered around in a mess of burning ash and perfectly unclear symphony. ❞ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ᴇʀᴀ ☆ highest rank in poetry #18 ☆ poetry for the broken has been completed on the 3rd of may 2018 ✔ ☆ cover is...
