I am covered in the dust of a thousand starsA Poem by heylela celestial body turns my screams into songs, and still you call me weak. I was when you choked me with the hands you promised would be gentle. I was when you held me by the wrists and stole my tears with your lips. I was when my body was left broken on the scorched sand of this dying world and you were there, licking the blood from your own fists. I was, until a star falls to earth and I catch him with a prayer in my outstretched fingers. he takes me to a church built on the ruins of an angel and weeps. I watch him collapse in front of me and learn how to wipe away my own tears. I was weak, but then I reached out my hand and gave the star something you never offered. I was weak, but then the star pressed close and whispered something you could never say. I was weak, but then the star taught me how to breathe with my own lungs, and I became a hurricane. now, I play a game of hide and seek in the wings of my star and smile when he pulls me close and kisses the stardust from the fingers that brought him home. © 2015 heylelAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorheylelAustraliaAboutWelcome to paradise, friends! My name is Eli, and I'm an aspiring author/poet. I will try my best to post here as often as I can. Feedback is greatly appreciated! more..Writing
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