As humans,
We are made of stardust.
Our bones composed of the same materials of the sun.
Our skin cells identical to distant galaxies.
You are no different.
Although you are made up of particles comparable to those light years away,
I have found my home.
Every touch is like the Big Bang,
Making my atoms collide
And galaxies form.
Every kiss is a black hole,
Bringing me in closer,
And distorting time.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
As humans,
We are made of stardust.
Our bones composed of the same materials of the sun.
Our skin cells identical to distant galaxies.
You are no different.
Although you are made up of particles comparable to those light years away,
I have found my home.
Every touch is like the Big Bang,
Making my atoms collide
And galaxies form.
Every kiss is a black hole,
Bringing me in closer,
And distorting time.
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