I could fill
All the space between the stars
With the things I don't know
About you,
And I think that's pretty poetic
On it's own.

After all,
Isn't your mind like a galaxy full
Of exploding stars and
Undiscovered worlds?

A galaxy waiting
For somebody daring enough
To explore your beautiful
Endlessness.

@--\---

she
lies with
eyes of
frost
---
bitten
like the last
stanza of a
poem unwritten
---
a trace melody
slipping away from
the mind like
water
from
the
end
of
an

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