Look up,
Its big dipper,
Oh look,
Its Hercules,
Oh wow,
Do you also see Andromeda?
How about the moon?
It looks beautiful tonight, doesn't it?
Ah,
Is that the sun?
Oh don't laugh,
I think the sun represents our love.
So damn warm.
Ah, Stop laughing,
Oh fine, fine,
Something else hmm..
How about...
Our love is like the stars,
So beautiful and flawed.
What?
Oh would you stop laughing...
...
I really miss those times,
When our love was like a beautiful cherry blossom first blooming.
Don't you too?
Ah don't lie,
After all, I would never turn down an offer,
To watch the shooting stars with you once more.
YOU ARE READING
The Age of Starlight
Poetrya book of poetry written in the shadows of the night, with the stars as the only light. while the age of starlight was at it's peak. *completed*
