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SerenadeTheAsylum

Published: Feb 18, 2014

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You said the drops of Jupiter
Hidden in my eyes
Made me beautiful.

Liar.
I was never beautiful.

You said I lit up the night like
A galactic revolution and
Made the moon seem dull

Liar.
Wall flowers don’t shine.

You said I was Orion’s Belt,
Enveloping the vast
Expanses of your mind

Liar.
I can barely hold myself together.

You said I was too good for this world,
And promised there was
More to it all.

Liar.
We both know this is
All I’ll ever be.

Funny how someone you call
Star-bound can
Feel so lost
Among the stars.

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angelenroute

Feb 22, 2014

I agree that self-deprecatory is not good, BUT you've touched upon a very, well, universal emotion here. We're all the center of someone's world, but often just feel like dirt anyway. Thank you for taking me on this journey (did you plan it?).

; )
Sean

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