The phases of matter all turn into one
When her lips touch mine
It burns like a thousand supernovas
And freezes like the vaccuum of space
The stars spill bright light through the invisble river
That holds no air in the darkness
The cheek of her face brushing mine
Fills me with the feeling
Of my heart when I see crescent moons
I can't wait to float away
Into the bright swirling stars
In the distance
With nobody but you
And maybe when we do that
We'll feel the stars pull us back
Like on starships
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC
The phases of matter all turn into one
When her lips touch mine
It burns like a thousand supernovas
And freezes like the vaccuum of space
The stars spill bright light through the invisble river
That holds no air in the darkness
The cheek of her face brushing mine
Fills me with the feeling
Of my heart when I see crescent moons
I can't wait to float away
Into the bright swirling stars
In the distance
With nobody but you
And maybe when we do that
We'll feel the stars pull us back
Like on starships
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