Yeah.


The Vain Night Sky Said:

the stars are all scars
upon the once-flawless
face of Night.

She blushes and tries
to conceal them, using
rain clouds and shimmering
city lights. so i

go out into the country and
lie on my back in the dark and
breathe in the clean moonbeams and
tell Her that my mother always says:

"person's flaws are what make them beautiful."

(sometimes i wonder if She is actually listening.)




Poetry by MiVidaDeEpílogos.
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Written on 2006-05-19 at 23:49

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PoeticProcrastination
I love the stars.
2006-05-21