i reach out, fingers stretched and aching;
across galaxies, my bones are breaking.
i spill my spacial despair into the cosmos,
and pour my tears into Andromeda, and think "almost."
my binary star, a galaxy gushes past my lips.
when i reach you, i will know that our love has eclipsed.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
i reach out, fingers stretched and aching;
across galaxies, my bones are breaking.
i spill my spacial despair into the cosmos,
and pour my tears into Andromeda, and think "almost."
my binary star, a galaxy gushes past my lips.
when i reach you, i will know that our love has eclipsed.
