Earth&Space

My star.Of course I don't own one but in a way I was born with one,see my star,is my heart.At the moment though,my gravity is in disarray.The only way or form I can think to say what I have to say falls in verse,but even that is not at it's best.It is no longer my own,it's like from afar a particular set of eyes gazed upon me&took those bedtime stories literally.You know just reach up&touch the sky.I found myself in the palm of Earth atmosphere,dark eyes gazing into me,creating an intensity that could have caused an implosion,but instead the combination was a rebirth.He was the oxygen to my carbon&so we intertwined.Not yet at our prime but shining still.One thing I have learned is that no light can shine forever.Gases clash&interstellar matter so intense,like the feeling I get when you kiss my lips,holding me close I feel you pressing against my hip&then you assume authority as though you were the sky&I owe tribute for my occupation.A sensation!Yes!One who once bent the will of her surroundings finds that she too can be pressed to serve purposes that are not her own.But for how long?Even the brightest of stars burn out as the atmosphere betrays,whether it be years,months or days.I can't trust enough to believe that together is how we will stay