How I wish I was like the water,Flowing so freely with every dropLet my every emotion wonder,No need to start, nor even stopHow I wish I was like the fire,Burning with every flame upLeaving a trace of...
She was an ocean, confined in a coffee mug. And she had the galaxies, confined in her pretty eyes.
(pl. ) of Galaxy
your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.
Flying is for the birds, the sugar gliders and the dreamers.Running is for the emus, the ostriches and the optimists.Walking is for the snails, the lame and the cautious explorer.All that is left are...
Thy dark eyes beckon me into the darkest nether world of dark galaxies and darker supernovas. Forever in darkness, I know no light! Thy darkness my dark-light!
We are spirits deceived by the sky to create light and trade our souls to the sun but fail to become galaxies when it's dark
If you cannot do it without money, its passion exists in unknown galaxies than earth's core.
Why couldn't it just not have happened? Why didn't they have time-travel, why couldn't he go back and stop it happening? Ships that could circumnavigate the galaxy in a few years, and count every cell...
Have you ever imagined walking with me? A long walk on an empty road, on a cold night. Where there is no one around, except us. My hand touches yours, in the name of sweet accidents. The stars decide...
when you look up to the stars and there's that little shred of hope, that little ounce of desire, that your special someone is looking up the same time you are.