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Written in the Stars
Tears of joy are meant for the stars, meant for the universe to be jealous. We cry when the love of our life declares he fell in love with you the moment he saw you. We cry because he said he is thankful for the year he’s known you, fought with you, laughed with you, smiled with you, and most importantly cried with you. We cry because a love like that is meant for the stars and comets and asteroids will never be brighter than the sun shining down on what you have. We cry tears of joy because we hold the universe in our hands. Those are the most rare and beautiful tears to find.
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Senior at Blythewood High, 17 years of age, I am president and co-founder of “Chaos Collective” the Blythewood High School Poetry Club. I like to story slam the mess out of people, like to make them have feelings. Poetry is my way of communicating. This peice is dedicated to my boyfriend and tears of joy.