Reaching for nebulas
My fingertips touch
The dots in the black sky.
In this atmosphere
You seem so far away
I beg you to come to me
And stay.
My arm is stretched out
To the galaxies above
While I lay in the cold grass
Of a field where memories
Were made.
The galaxies are unreachable
So I try to get to your eyes
Look how they shine
So brightly in the dark
Night sky.
And you look up as I look at you
Your hair is spread like
Sunrays shining through
The clouds on a gloomy day.
A space explorer, I lose myself
In your optics as they see
Through me.
An astronaut, flying to the moon
In this atmosphere I realise that
I love you.
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The Words of an Angsty Teen
PoetryI think I contemplate too much I'm fairly certain I need a drink To kiss, to feel another's touch - This is a poetry collection of an angsty teen. It's that and nothing else. Original, I know. Side note: this poetry collection doesn't promote depr...
