She was to me, a troubled star Burning in breathless beauty without a reason A single twinkle on this blackened soul A rigid lighthouse, an erratic beacon She said to me, “I am turmoil beneath your conscience”, “I am the calm before the thunder” On the beach while pointing stars She laid her head upon my shoulder And sank her uttermost grief unto my thought How poignant and lost she must had been If only she would wrap me in absolution If only I could see what she had seen Her smiles, her voice, I have tasted consuming all shapes of pain and strife The night she laid her warmth upon my heart was the most striking moment of my life She was to me, so much indeed a troubled star, yet still a star She was truthfully my long lost heaven And I was to her, a supernova
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