it starts off like this, I hold his face in the palm of my hand and lean in for a kiss. suddenly, reality is nonexistent and it’s just him & I. I look into his eyes, and discover my favorite constellation are the heavenly stars gleaming in his eyes. as he tells me im beautiful, I get this feeling in my body that feels so right to me and I feel like this is where I belong. my lips on his my skin against his my eyes lost into his this is where my heart belongs.
They say Capricorns are fearless but also reckless.
We're fearless because we have this idea that the earth works on its own. What is to happen will. Yet... We are reckless when it comes to the heart. There's this visual of this perfect love that we seem to think is capable with every intimate soul we meet. When that is not the love we intend to require we drop everything and run.
Our sanity and peace of mind means more than others. Not to be absurd but we are disturbingly at peace with ourselves and that balance is to precious to be broken.
Because I don't think you understand, we are the constellation of determination yet ambition. We are magical yet a majestic sign. We dance like lilies and communicate like lovers at 2am. We are dangerous because we know the balance but simply don't care. We can't wreck what was never there We can't fear what we can't see
My dear dreamy boy, who came from Moon Is it already spring in February? .I believe you saw me crying like this before. You knew your love for me was temporary.
It's warmer on the streets than ever was. Maybe it's because you left my town. Am I able to know why'd you put us on pause? Why with this winter grief you have stolen my crown?
My dear dreamy boy, do you feel enough? To have another broken heart in your collection. Is it really true love when it's gentle then tough? So I'm asking the stars that formed your constellation.
I have read all my books and cleaned every window Still not enough to fill my space without you here. Every time in my dreams, you appear as a hero. That tragic one, probably killed by Shakespeare.
My dear dreamy boy, could we do it any better? To live through lows and highs and never give it up? Too sad that I was picking up the pieces that you shatter And couldn't hold the fire from your hands that easily erupt.
I won't have any questions 'cause you gave me an answer. So do it as you do, let's cut the last one string, You did just great destruction as for a fragile Cancer. It's February, dreamy boy, but still, it feels like spring.
his eyes held the stars; they shined like starlight was contained in those eyes. when he cried, it was like a galaxy running down his cheeks; and when he smiled, his starry eyes turned into crescent moons that could light up her world - and he was her constellation
but eventually, all stars burn out, don't they?
he was no longer hers, and never hers in the first place; he belonged to the night sky, where he could genuinely shine.