It has cold spots, if that even exists.
Dragging to the next planet
Or summersaulting to the moon
And the gases try to fill in the cold spots while shining its light
But it can't because there are certain things it's coming terms with.
And sometimes it feels like confessing fo the galaxy
And sometimes it wants to bury back to where it came from in simpler times
And if weeps when it sees reflections of its favorite moments. Because it could never go back to those moments.
But it keeps shining its light getting bright, dim, bright, dim.
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Minvra
It has cold spots, if that even exists.
Dragging to the next planet
Or summersaulting to the moon
And the gases try to fill in the cold spots while shining its light
But it can't because there are certain things it's coming terms with.
And sometimes it feels like confessing fo the galaxy
And sometimes it wants to bury back to where it came from in simpler times
And if weeps when it sees reflections of its favorite moments. Because it could never go back to those moments.
But it keeps shining its light getting bright, dim, bright, dim.
(sk)eyesofocher
they look like magic and the blood that courses through certain peoples veins.
Zinniav
Re: What do you mean?
Paisley Blue
they look like miracles.
Zinniav
They look like language.
Lata.B
They look like fireflies to me! :)