To the boy who breathes ashes and dust, whose eyes contain the most beautiful sunset. Whose smile beams like the moon kissing the skies at cold nights. Whose autumn hair dances waltz in the spring wind. Whose fingers are pointed and long, hand soft as a cotton that I wish to hold forever.
The stars and you are the same. You are beautiful but only at a distance.

And kissed me like sending a thousand lightning on my spine. I tasted salt in your mouth as if you drank the waters of the ocean; good thing you didn’t drown. My skin had blood marks on because you held me so tight that winter night. But that didn’t matter because I love you. And I mean it.

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It’s a little bit funny how I cut fringes out of my long hair
And I would feel very sad every time I look at the mirror.
Like I was carry kettle bells with each of my finger
I thought every girl in school was perfect and not fat
And I curse myself for not being alike.
I wasn’t good with words spoken or written, and I was ashamed of myself every time I stood in front to say , perhaps stutter.

I look above with a beaten heart.
The stars at night became my mother.
My father was the moon. Or so I thought.

As days went by,
I became even sadder.
I kept on dropping hints
Of sadness and they fall like nothing.
As nobody noticed.