I may have been made of stars once.
I may have been a constellation,
Bright and beautiful,
And infinite.
I may have been a guiding light for lost souls,
But now my soul is lost,
And I am only empty stardust.
But I look into your eyes and I see a constellation,
Guiding me home.
My home are your arms, strong and gentle,
Keeping me safe, from the world,
And from myself.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 7:10 AM UTC
I may have been made of stars once.
I may have been a constellation,
Bright and beautiful,
And infinite.
I may have been a guiding light for lost souls,
But now my soul is lost,
And I am only empty stardust.
But I look into your eyes and I see a constellation,
Guiding me home.
My home are your arms, strong and gentle,
Keeping me safe, from the world,
And from myself.
