What am I doing staring at the stars?
I feel like Superman with X-ray vision
Looking at the layers of the atmosphere
I see the bright orbs of wonder
Was that a shooting star?
My hopes drop as I realize it was only a plane.
No wishing for me tonight
I wonder if heaven would be like this,
With balls of white-hot fire so beautiful
What would it be like to fly?
To be free from this world of worry and doubt,
Of pain and disappointment,
War, but no peace.
To live like that would be bliss.
~S~
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PoésieA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
