Revered
He is the perpetual star in my soul.
The reason that love is revered.
Light in my sky, fired within my heart.
He speaks ever so gently in my eyes,
only for me to respond with such utter simplicity.
It's embarassing to even speak to him without feeling less than his level.
Suppose eventually I will make it to his level, what then?
What'll happen to us when that level is reached?
Will we still have the spark, or will the light die out?
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Justine.Washington
My name is Justine. I am 18 and sometimes my sadness is perpetual. My favorite writer is Shakespeare, but I am very fond of modern poet/singer/actor Jim Sturgess. Words can't express everything, but they help... sometimes.
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