Her eyes were made of stardust,
all wasted on you.
Her soul was made of sunflowers,
been looking up to you.
Her heart was made of sunsets,
and then there was you.
—g.s.
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Starry, Starry Eyes
PoetryIf you haven't guessed yet, it's an opening line of a beautiful song as tribute to Vincent Van Gogh. I go by glendasogo in Instagram. Cheers.
