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curlygirl Jul 2015
I wonder if the stars know how many
love poems
promises
sighs
serenades
slow dances
soft kisses
proposals
whispers

they've inspired.
I also wonder how many of them still yet wish they were the moon.
curlygirl Jul 2015
"do you think the moon knows
the power
it has over the ocean?"
he asked.
"no. because then it wouldn't
be romantic,
it would just be sad."
i said.
curlygirl Jul 2015
I missed you
even when I was in your arms
because
I knew
the lips you were kissing
weren't mine.
curlygirl Jul 2015
If the artist were to love the writer
and she him,
surely,
their souls would never
untangle.
curlygirl Jul 2015
He is a constellation
beautiful and fragmented
and my heart aches to
spend every night
staring into him
curlygirl Jul 2015
His voice whispered he believed in me
and in that moment
I hid my secrets in his soul
curlygirl Jul 2015
"I've never seen pieces from different puzzles fit together,"
I said.
"So?"
He asked.
"So. Maybe that's why we're like this,"
I said.
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