They talk about blackholes
and how they absorb even light.
I think moons are warriors
ready to burn in the light
just to burn the candles
in our minds.
The question isn't if they'll be honoured?
I want to know if this is the monster being kind to us.
Lulling us into sleep.
By the way, did you notice how her dress lights up the room?
Yet you can't see anything else.
YOU ARE READING
The Good place
PoezieThis is a collection of all the poems I've written about everything I'm curious about and more. Literal pitstop is the pen name I write under on WordPress and Instagram.
