The solar system that is one's being , can be seen as nothing but the empty wake of their hidden cries.
"Constellations on your cheeks..stardust in your veins..the galaxy in your eyes.."
Old descriptions of me, I came to find had long died.
"Grace in your hair..ambition in your steps.." Bits and pieces of me that were torn away, as I screamed and wept.
"Light in your smile..love in your embrace." The death of these attributes have been very hard to face. The fade in a star as it slowly withers out..the flicker of it's final breaths..the very epitome of my few wishes to close my eyes one last time.. as I drown in waves that can only be classified as seas that are..
Depressed.
"Constellations on your cheeks..stardust in your veins..the galaxy in your eyes.."
Old descriptions of me, I came to find had long died.
The solar system that is one's being , can be seen as nothing but the empty wake of their hidden cries.
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Abigail Asante
"Where the creativity lives, is where I reside."
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