Texas Skies
By adbates
Thu, 29 Jan 2015
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My type has always been ‘beautiful and out of reach’
Boys that have never given me a second glance,
girls that see me as another blur in the crowd,
and the stars.
I ache to hold the night sky
My heart breaks under my need to kiss the lights:
The only stability I’ve known.
But even the stars change
and I’ve developed a fear of the dark
I’m drained by love I’ll never experience
outside of my dreams
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