redredredred
:+:twinkle:+:
:+:twinkle:+:
-little-
st---
starlight,
star...bright?--
first star--
I see tonight--
i wish
.
i may
.
i wish
.
i might
.
.
.
have
[your]
wish
tonight.
(SETMEFREE*)
i don't really feel anything you know--
just
the
searing burn
of the branding iron pressed against
my heart
before my ribcage is put back together--
like a little puzzle to be solved--
like a clock taken apart--*
just get it over with
and leave me be.
stars are prettier than lines.
Emily Dickinson was my shoulder angel when I wrote this.