his eyes were made of stars…

by kaleidegirl

sometimes a thing really squeezes your heart and runs like a hamster on a wheel through your brain so much it makes you tired and dizzy.

a song, a book, the view on a certain road or through that one window, that one thing someone said, even a movie.

sometimes there is a thing there that has always been part of you. we all have a “thing” or two. mine? the ocean and the whales in it and the stars i miss just as much. new orleans. sometimes roses, so simple in their complex beauty.

i get most of my tattoos as my own personal memento. he says i have all he can stand or something like that. well i suppose that is just too bad because i have at least two that i WILL find a way to get. mostly just words with a little adornment but so much meaning. meaning i want with me to remember even when my brain has withered into dementia.

it only takes a taste to feel the sting of wanting…

“No One Ever Loved”

No one ever loved
No one ever lost as hard as I
No one ever came,
No one ever saw the crystalline
In his eyes starry sky paradise
In his eyes
In his arms, don’t leave me now
Crystalline, don’t fail me now
You’re the diamond and the gutter
You’re the hole inside my heart
You’re the one I will remember every night
Before the dawn meets the light

Heaven must to know
Heaven must to lay out stardust in my eyes
Shine my light, close to hurt in my eyes
See it now, purple shrine was never mine
Angel line you fell right now
You’re the diamond in the gutter
You’re the whole inside my heart
You’re the one I will remember every night
Before the dawn meets the light

And it kills me every time
Every star will fall right down
Yeah, it kills me every time,
Every star will fall right down

You’re the diamond and the gutter,
You’re the whole inside my heart
You’re the one I will remember every night
Before the dawn
You’re the diamond in the gutter
You’re the hole inside my heart
You’re the one I will remember every night
Before the dawn
Every night before the dawn
Every night before the dawn meets the light

 “there is no shortage of fault in our stars”

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