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“He carries stars in his pockets
because he knows
she fears the dark.
Whenever sadness pays her a visit
he paints galaxies
on the back of her hands.”
― Growing Light
because he knows
she fears the dark.
Whenever sadness pays her a visit
he paints galaxies
on the back of her hands.”
― Growing Light
“She met a boy
and called him Stargazer
because instead of poems
he recited the names of constellations.
He said the freckles on his arms
were roadmaps to the sky,
and the bruises that he carried
were supernovas in disguise.
"Stargazer”
― Growing Light
and called him Stargazer
because instead of poems
he recited the names of constellations.
He said the freckles on his arms
were roadmaps to the sky,
and the bruises that he carried
were supernovas in disguise.
"Stargazer”
― Growing Light
“If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
Poem N. 8”
― Growing Light
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
Poem N. 8”
― Growing Light
“I need you to love me the same way
the moon orbits around the earth,
without intention to stop.
"Confessing the heart”
― Growing Light
the moon orbits around the earth,
without intention to stop.
"Confessing the heart”
― Growing Light
“Exist with me. We'd do so beautifully.”
― Growing Light
― Growing Light
“You have a storm in your heart
and you must accept
not everyone was born to handle rain.”
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and you must accept
not everyone was born to handle rain.”
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“If the boy who draws lets you look over his shoulder. If the poet smiles and shows you her words. If the girl who sings for the shower only, hums a song in front of you. Know that you're no longer a person, but the air and dust that fills their lungs. When the world perishes, and all things cease to exist, you'll remain inside an ink stain, a paint brush, a song.”
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