She met a boyand called him Stargazerbecause instead of poemshe recited the names of constellations.He said the freckles on his armswere roadmaps to the sky,and the bruises that he carriedwere superno...
I need you to love me the same waythe moon orbits around the earth,without intention to stop."Confessing the heart
Listen.I will lose myselfif it means I can find you.
He carries stars in his pocketsbecause he knowsshe fears the dark.Whenever sadness pays her a visithe paints galaxieson the back of her hands.
