Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing

Stardust

Posted on by MissJSquared

You call to me from your bedsheets,
say you’d rather see me dead than to see me with another girl,
butterflies whirl,
and in the middle of the night,
when I dance through your dreams,
your name is smeared across my lips in stardust.

Starstruck.

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