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
love cannot be created or destroyed.
like energy
it shape shifts
following those filled with passion
and hope
but appearing to leave
at the slightest touch of pain
She wakes in the early morning
And stares at the wall across from her
A sense of fear overtakes her
Beginning in the pit of her stomach
And spreading to each limb
Coating her in feeling
you are every eyebrow raise
every smile
frown
and concealed smirk
you can't help but show
on your canvas of a face
when observing you
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