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Twinkle twinkle ,broken star,

sometimes we forget who we truly are.

You are leather and grease,

motorcycle memories,

the slow motion of falling in love.

I am unsaid words,


the chaotic spin of losing what you love.


Somedays I still smell your breath,

The smell of coffee and peppermint,

the smell of desire.

Sometimes I still hear your laugh,

but it can’t drown out the cries,

the cries of lonliness.


Twinkle. Twinkle no more.

for I have burnt out, my little heart.

And you were a dozen, burnt roses.

Forbidden love affair.

The dizzying motion of falling.

I am smeared lipstick,

mascara streaks.

The deepest cut is losing what you love.


Prompt: Twinkle

-Let me know your thoughts in the comments below.

-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”





I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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