This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at St. John's chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
Like tiny littleÂ
stars;Â
your eyes twinkle.Â
Like tiny littleÂ
moons;
gleaming along the oceanÂ
Like tiny little
planets;Â
and the vastness of your kindness
the boundless spaces of your spirit  Â
your heartÂ
is the darkness that beams
the ripple that forever soothes me
the soften whisper that cradles me to sleep
my fullest rise;Â
my sunset.
My freshest flower;
my seed.
my emptiness to fill;
my past to mend,
the childish shimmer that dances in my ocean.
I’d give you everything.
with the pump on my lungs to spare