What's that light: star or satellite?

Oct 24, 201111 min read

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Published: Oct 24, 2011

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Late night full moon light glows and shows how his eye's are bright. There's stars in sight, holding my hand tight as I shoot slight glances right. Chances might be that there's a shared feeling of liberty. Not caring if it's cold 'cause were not shivering. Hot coffee simmering and the brilliance of his rebel defiance glistening. I'm not talking but I know he's listening. There's beauty in his lustrous plight to cheer me up after a disastrous night. The expressions on his face make my heart change pace; maybe even start to race. When the room is lit with the luminescence of incandescent candle light I feel nothing but alright. Often, I want to hold him tight and experience the feel of his ribs and lips.
Tranquil scene laying down on the ground with our heads leaned in, pointing to the gleam of shooting stars. It was late, no sounds of cars only the sky mounded like tar with little diamonds placed far.
He is a light house for me when the sky is dimming and the coastline is thinning. The anchor with no words for me to thank him. He softens me when my minds hard with thoughts brought on from scars. Our conversations leave me with some sensation when I am numb. he tells me stories while we fall sleep, I will be reading his eyes.

Katie Melua - Just Like Heaven
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