Thursday, September 20, 2018

space girl

some have roses in glass cases
their greatest love,
their greatest fear,
encapsulated

but she's more than flowers
she's the quietude in your sunset,
your secrets to the moon,
unsaturated

by Margarita R.

*Hadn't written anything in a while but this one occurred to me while listening to Space Song by Beach House.


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