The sad truth is that
you don’t have a universe
growing inside of you
and your eyes don’t
shine like galaxies
you are made of
beautiful skin
and strong bones
And that is okay
Because someday
you will find someone
And he is going to
make your stomach drop
and your legs shake
And wether he stays
or he doesn’t
When you look at the stars
in a lonely summer night
You are going to remember
the color of his eyes.
c.m.
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