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LRF 2h
At the moment when
the last rays
acquiesce
to the faint glimmer of stars
and the time we have had
looks to be setting
on a far away horizon,
a finger of light
slips through long shadows
cast by tree trunks
and sparkles in the mica particles
of blazing red dust;
a trail to follow
a possible promise of a reclaimed day
that creeps into the undergrowth
and vanishes
with the pink sky.
May 2020
Reappak 7h
The night sky,
Wrapped inside blankets
A coffee, a book,
And skies full off stars!
Color 22h
the wise old sun sighs
as the pretentious moon laughs,
dances with the stars.
LS 1d
and so it seems
the lingering affects
consume and suffocate she
ever so quietly

taken into the stars
where even they are lonely
at least it's better
than crying here

the girl who
is thrown around by
her emotions, a state
of broken pieces

gravity unknown
eyes closing
the stars
comfort her endlessly
You don't have to go
But if you must,
Escape to a place
Where the cold winds blow,
A place of starry nights
And even better snow.
Cox 1d
Eyes a devil blue.
Drowning those who swim in your hue.
A captivating, gorgeous blue.
Distracted by the iris, the pupil a black hole- a virus- ******* the stars out of people.
Pulling them to the edge of your eye, you watch them from afar, as they try and survive.
Cox 1d
If you love me.
If you really love me.
Why is it that you look at the other stars, with such enthralling lust in your eyes?
Cox 1d
Most days a hazardous storm.
I, a person, not too cold- neither warm.
My starlit sky was almost always covered with a gothic black atmosphere.
Many feared.
Sometimes it was too much,
allowing a rainfall of emotions to appear in a rush.
Sometimes... when you are around, you bless the ground I walk on.
You make me laugh,
and you fill my sky with a show of thundering fireworks.
You had many quirks.
Cox 1d
The moon-
when she is dressed in the enormity of the thick, gothic black sky-
blanketed in stars,
truly is a magnificent sight.
Ayesha 2d
As I stare out
unable to spot out
a light,
a spark,
or a sun
on this starless night
and
as I start to feel
the numb,
hopelessness
arive and take control
of my insipid body,
I wish.
An act I stopped practising ages ago.
I wish that I could paint
a moon
and splash some
stars
on the dead sky
outside my glass window,
and stare at it.

-A fake reason to hope-

I can fathom the black into shades of white and grey
but I can't fathom myself.
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