This star is your little heart

A moonlit whisper, a satin string,

A bed of Queen Anne’s lacing

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(i'm four months pregnant

- thank you Jesus)

no time. 

Should I discover you

In by and bys

Marking up my skin

Pulling roots to own the earth

Within these wintry hands

A ballerina shall turn again

Near my fading gravity

Should I simply run so far

To exhale my very agony

Like black smoke from a

Rusted train 

Taking up the sky

Finding a bluebird’s heart

As she soars like a ribbon, leading to you

Should I ever be found

Apart from this world

Like a divided locket

Dangling near the sea

Wondering on things that will

Never, ever be

Let me live this way!

For I have a broken heart

-        I have a broken heart

don't they know they can not

fix it?

This wound will never heal

But for resting.