The Dark Star

The Dark Star

A Poem by Carissa Marie

We used to look up the dark northern skies, and see the countless stars that fills up the night. 
You would ask me then as you wrap your arms around my suddenly cold body, 
"What am I to you?" 
And I would point at the darkest star I could see and answer, snuggling close to your warm chest-
"To me you are a dark star."
You would then bury your face in my hair and tighten your grip on me, and again ask, 
"Why am I dark star?"
I would feel your heartbeat quicken and your breathing would change at the anticipation of my answer, 
And I would tease you with my silence. 
You would whisper in my ear hushed moans of your frustration, begging me to speak.
But I would only give childish laughs as you continue your tortured whispers until you break me. 
I would then turn around and look into your twinkling eyes and say, 
"Lots of people covet the brightest star, but I don't want anyone to take away my star. To me, you are a constant ball of light that could never be of anyone's reach. You are a dark star and you are mine," sealing my confession with a long lingering kiss. 

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Tonight, I searched the same dark northern skies to find our dark star, 
But it wasn't there. 
The spot it always took has been replaced by a new and strange star-
And it was lighting up the sky. 

© 2016 Carissa Marie


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awww!!!! how beautiful it was dear frnd... the way you put innocence with passionate love in it was very pleasing to my heart... it has given me warm feelings of love... enjoyed the concept of romance... the ending was melancholic as the dark star got lost from the sky... full ratings!!!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Carissa Marie

8 Years Ago

Thank you very much. :)

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Carissa Marie
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21. Female. AB Journalism. Philippines. :) Introvert. Weird. Over-thinker. Music lover. Bookworm. Frustrated Artist. Writing is my therapy. "Let my words be your own form of immortality" .. more..

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