by Alexandra McManus
I think the freckles on your shoulders were my favorite part
As cliche as it sounds I always thought of stars
When I would kiss them I got scared I’d never stop
And I mean that, which is scary when you’re just
5 foot 5
Scared with blue eyes
Curly hair, with an anxious stare
And then your lying lips touch those stars and that’s all there is now
And that’s all you can see
A starry sky, unending
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