Hearts & Stars
I stopped drawing my stars
And started drawing hearts
Distracted from my perils,
I began to fall apart
The magic inside me died
And I succumbed to hormone needs
The hearts fed off the magic
That my internal stars bleed
I lost my light and reasoning
Because hearts don't light the way
I gained schizophrenic voices
With nothing relevant to say
My stars fed on cold pizza and orange juice
My hearts fed on gossip and the magic I lose
My stars are made of dreams and wonder
My hearts are made of the feeling of being under
I need my magic back
I need to dream of heaven again
I need to lose these leeching hearts
Who are made of apathy and sin
Because I stopped drawing my stars
And began to draw these hearts
I was walking into peril
And was losing from the start
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