Stars litter the sky.
Different sizes, shapes and temperatures,
Though all of them are burning balls of fire,
they are so loved.
I feel as though stars are the flowers of the sky.
everywhere, different, beautiful, and praised.
except burning at anywhere from 3,000 K- 30,000 K degrees.
and they are adored.
searched for.
bought.
sold.
And viewed in the best light.
Seen as kisses of heaven.
i want to be seen, as beautifully as the stars.
i want to be admired,
yearned for,
and loved eternally.
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words in the fog
Poetrypoetry, talk of substances, abuse, and love, unspoken words to sooth the healing.
