He marked me as his Polaris.
The biggest star in the northern skies.
The one from the Ursa Minor.
But I was the Sirius star.
The brightest star in the southern skies.
The one from the Canis Major.
He said that I was the moon,
A translucent ball of light at night.
I gave light to his dark world.
But I was the sun.
A hot and burning ball of plasma during the day.
A blessing to everyone, a burden to some.
He dubbed me as his galaxy.
The one that contains everything.
I was his everything.
But I'm just a mere planet.
The one that may or may not have a living.
I'm just trying fit in.
Two people, two beliefs.
Two people, one heart.
Two people believing in "opposites attract."
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De Novo
PuisiI want to start anew. This marks my new era. - My 2nd poetry book about love, life, society, and depression. Started: March 18, 2022 © - 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙨 @SiriusNix
