When
I was in
the backseat
of a car
head lulling sleepily
in the night
and leaning
against
the seatbelt,
I used to look out
my window
and see
the night
sky.
All at once,
I fell in love
with stars.
I would yawn
and my
slightly
dreaming
mind
would notice
how the night sky
was brighterthan the dark shapes
that I would realize
was part of
Earth
like me.
I'd let my head
fall
against the door
of the car
which
vibratedso fondly
and blink
at the twinkling
lights.
I'd notice the Moon
and
notice
it's following me.
That's when I'd smile
and finally close my eyes
knowing
the Moon
is keeping
me safe.
When I was in
the backseat
of a car
head lulling sleepily
in the night
and leaning
against the seatbelt
was when
I felt
the world
loved me
and I
loved it
back.
But
then
I realized
the Moon
had
never
seen
me
at
all.
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Feathers: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA pencil is the spotlight of a soul. It tells them its okay to overflow. It tells them ideas are art, and that the best ones are masterpieces. Feathers is a collection of poetry by me to convey the beauty and undeniable strife of the world, and emot...