The boys with stars on their faces

Someday time will stop

Abruptly at that,

And he’ll come for me

The boy with stars on his face 

He lives in my mind, and I find him alive in my dreams

My dreams where his makeup is off, his skin is tan, and stars are scattered every which way, dotted along his face 

Boys like that mustn’t be real and if I see one, he must be a hologram,

Because I am an atheist 

And boys like that are heaven sent

emi_art_now

NY

14 years old

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  • The Ballet

    The melody begins, softly and small,

    Rhythmic and sweetly it asks for a dance. 

    Gracefully she moves like leaves in the fall,

    Her passion is fueled by wild romance.

    The audience smiles for they do not know,

  • Hotel

    He watches 

    Is he caught in the rain or blinded by the floodlights? 

    The neon wires burn his gaze, spelling out hotel 

    The wind cuts through his trench coat, encasing his body and mind in an icy glaze,