‘Til the Stars

You just want me to fit

Into your living room

On Christmas morning

Delightful and Demure.


I just need you to fit

Inside my heart shaped

Boxes marked fragile

This side up.


You want to love me

Push me and Hug me

So close

You hear

My heart

In your ear.


Hearts and Knives

Sisters and wives

We love eachother

But can’t fit together.


Can’t fit

Don’t fit

Throw a fit

Or a fist.

It don’t solve nothing

When everything is wrong.


I can’t solve this one

And neither can you

But I’ll still be tryin’

‘Til the stars go wrong.


(Written by the author of chloe88blog 9 July 2018. All rights reserved.)

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