her star

he's the star that shines,

the moon in her darkness

the anchor of a boat

lost at sea.

his fingers turn, like clockwork

mending all her broken pieces


one, two, three,

by time.

her heart is restless,

and cold like winter's breath

only to be melted by his touch

a touch full of light,

rays resembling the sun-

a star.


he is her star.

guiding her home.

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