The black sky,
An empty void which never ceases to amaze
Much like the void consuming me
From the inside out
I feel your presence like stars on my skin
White hot little pinpricks
The heat of the sun burns in my cheeks
Supernovae explode at the brush of a hand.
Years old, but still young
A galaxy for humanity to gape at,
The universe still blissfully unaware
Of just how consumed the small planet feels
In its shadowy expanse.
The skies stare in awe at a Jupiter,
A Venus,
A Mercury,
Elegantly and delicately navigating their way through the black,
But don't think twice about a Pluto, barely even welcome
To call itself a planet,
Fumbling, Tumbling,
Longing to be the Jupiter that the galaxy notices,
All of which while drifting lost
Through the black sky.
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You: A Collection Of Poems
ŞiirA collection of poems I have written/am still writing that capture my feelings toward one of my best friends.
