You speak of stars
As if on first name
No closer you are to me
Yet I am in my own atmosphere
Just waiting to breathe
And fill my lungs with thee
Forget, no don't
The memory in mind
Of when tingling spines aligned
No starlight impedes
Be it out of reach
How your words once made me shine
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
You speak of stars
As if on first name
No closer you are to me
Yet I am in my own atmosphere
Just waiting to breathe
And fill my lungs with thee
Forget, no don't
The memory in mind
Of when tingling spines aligned
No starlight impedes
Be it out of reach
How your words once made me shine
