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I Trust the Stars, Which Makes No Sense

Your eyes are like glass on a fire escape,
they make leaving painful.
You remind me of a sadder me
That had not yet known the agony
Of a Capulet/Montague feud.
 
But a me that had never known such pain
Was a me without you,
And that just won’t do,
Because we aren’t starcrossed,
we’re lightyear stretched.
Distance is the Devil,
And Circumstance is a wretch,
Both defined by what they try to take…
 
… little do they know,
That there are hearts at stake.
 
But I know that a strong heart is not defined by what it lacks,
But by what it takes back from the ravenous entropy of the miles,
And that a pain earned is better than stolen joy.
 
You make me a better person.
I forget my existential angst when you smile.
And that makes you one of the best things that happen to me
Written by HedonsHerald (Alexander Johnson)
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