there were constellations in your eyes,
and out of them we're dying stars falling out of skies.what a beautiful sight it was!
seeing you fall apart just to paint the bright black blanket of the night sky!
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mellifluous | poetry
Poetryrhyming words that I mean with all my heart; before my heart gets torn apart. © OCTOBER 2017 - TBA
dying stars; thirty-three
there were constellations in your eyes,
and out of them we're dying stars falling out of skies.what a beautiful sight it was!
seeing you fall apart just to paint the bright black blanket of the night sky!