my heart like meteorite ☆☆☆☆

I've lost many things in my life 

Only to find

Thats when i've loved them the most

Devoid of life and light

I starts clinging to(/streching over the windowsill) the window like a plant

I remember the beads, and the coloured markers, the scent of peeling a clementine

When i have lost my colour, 

into it i go: deeper, inching my way around, into the stars twinkeling blue, red and green (like christmas lights)

Sometimes i think my heart is like a christmas light

Flickering

Shifting

Deep

Sometimes its utterly quiet

Like a peral

Like something hiding 

At other times like a meteorite

Rich in its bruning, (alive)

Then the salty and harsh

crash in the ocean

Kind of like an early morning 

Stinging in my eyes

But also beautiful and deep

and at the end of all, 

worth it.