At your most vulnerable-
With your shield down, your lights off.
Your eyes warm, comfortable-
The universe speaks to me.
You are a collection of
life's loving, sharpest lessons.
You are all those sensations
Represented by moments;
Soft voice in a midnight tent
On an august's dewy night.
Skinned knee on the hot gravel
And a mother's tender kiss.
We're everything and nothing-
Time tears all matter apart.
But I think your stardust
was born on the meteor next to mine.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 11:25 AM UTC
At your most vulnerable-
With your shield down, your lights off.
Your eyes warm, comfortable-
The universe speaks to me.
You are a collection of
life's loving, sharpest lessons.
You are all those sensations
Represented by moments;
Soft voice in a midnight tent
On an august's dewy night.
Skinned knee on the hot gravel
And a mother's tender kiss.
We're everything and nothing-
Time tears all matter apart.
But I think your stardust
was born on the meteor next to mine.
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