I lay awake on the cold grass
As I stare up at the night sky
A single shooting star whirls past the constellations
I close my blue eyes my gateway of an ocean to my feelings I keep so locked in my own subconscious
Eyes closed a deep breath follows the curl of my lip as your name sky rockets across my mind
I play with the idea of you laying next to me
wrapped in arms of warm, a home
A breeze tickles my sides as I'm reminded of the wish that was bubbling around in my mind like a can of pop just waiting to be opened
I lay under the same stars as moments before but this time with a fresh smile,
A fresh idea that one day soon
I'll lay under these stars only to notice
You've always been my favourite constellation
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Conversation With The Stars
PoesíaEveryone wants to communicate to the stars, may that be the actual space speck a million miles away or a person. You may get handed the Lovers Tarot. But The Death Card is always lurking. Enjoy the conversation with the stars. Remember the Universe...
