Gen Z Poetry

Him

The sky is dull and gloomy,
But when I think about him
It shines like a blue ocean.

The stars are up in the sky lonely,
But when I think about him
They seem like precious stones.

The depressing sound of traffic,
Can turn into soulful music
When I think about him.

My pen flows continuously,
When I think about him
I can't hold it back.

But there has to be a stop in life.
And, I stop here.