my thoughts linger like stardust
because what's a girl to do
when she can't think straight
except dream in vivid colour
and lonely shapes?
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Poetryshe was blinded by his perfection. he was too blind to realise. ☁ [copyright simile-, two thousand and fourteen] #140 in Poetry | #904 in Romance
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my thoughts linger like stardust
because what's a girl to do
when she can't think straight
except dream in vivid colour
and lonely shapes?