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
I wonder what heaven looks like. I wonder this as an atheist. Is it space, sailing among stars? Is it merely a concept, eternally to be determined, determined by fate?
June 8th 11:30 am- 6 days
I have 6 days. Nothing more, nothing less, and that should scare me, make me anxious, something, but it doesn’t. I have a plan.
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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,
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