I looked up to him, as he stood there,
right in front of me.
I felt the stars burning inside
my clenched hands.
I wanted to touch him,
with this hopeless light running
through my long thin fingers.
The moon was imprinted
in his eyes,
and I could count
every constellation of his freckled countenance.
But, I could not yield.
He was a black hole, and I was the sun.
One step closer,
and he'd take my whole life.
What do you do with a love like that?
If not love from afar.
Sandoval
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
I looked up to him, as he stood there,
right in front of me.
I felt the stars burning inside
my clenched hands.
I wanted to touch him,
with this hopeless light running
through my long thin fingers.
The moon was imprinted
in his eyes,
and I could count
every constellation of his freckled countenance.
But, I could not yield.
He was a black hole, and I was the sun.
One step closer,
and he'd take my whole life.
What do you do with a love like that?
If not love from afar.
Sandoval
