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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sweetest, Blackest Stars
[time] => 2004-02-09 21:11:06
[hometext] => Can't say I didn't try hard at this one... I would appreciate comments.
[bodytext] => If I get cold at night I can just Spread my curtains and look out at the stars And even when the clouds are thick The stars are there for me To sing to me, my sweetest, blackest stars So speak to me, my precious comfort in the cold When I go to bed hungry Dusty nebulas fill the void in my stomach And the distant distant melody puts me to sleep And even when I’m stuffed full, I’m starving Always starving for scraps of the future And my sweetest, blackest stars Sometimes I have nothing but frosty breath To console me To shield me from becoming too lonesome But I crawl into my gray bed And my sweetest, blackest stars are there -even when I close my eyes -even when I try not to breathe -sometimes when I pound the wall with hard blue fists I seldom have to call for them with salted tears They will answer to the forsaken orbs that flow from my eyes But mostly they know when to come My sweetest, blackest stars will throb with my heart And sometimes I will feel their heat burning in my bare chest Pinpointing naked singularities with their knowledge On my cold hard back and my blue lips They are not with me during the day Instead, my stars retreat back into oblivion But distinct pulses in my purple veins and underneath my white skin Will let them know when they will venture close to Earth So that I never will wake up cold or hungry And so that my eyes will never show how lonesome it can be I will never die because they would be let into space for eternity My sweetest, blackest stars would have nobody to warm And my sweetest, blackest stars Would shed crystalline orbs of their own And they would serve for nothing except the salt To shrivel my cold body and bury it under an ocean. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 30 [informant] => Suz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => PoemsonBeauty )
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