t w i n k l e

haiku

By Kristen BalyeatPublished 3 years ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

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twinkle of my eye

mine for a moment, until

the stars reclaimed you

heartbreak love poems

About the Creator

Kristen Balyeat

Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.

Also, i love you:)

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suman mohan3 years ago
Superb lines!
Allie Bickerton3 years ago
💙
Dana Stewart3 years ago
All the feels. ❤️

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