Learn to appreciate the stars,
For the stars are all of your being.
They look down on earth and see beetles of cars,
But are they really all seeing?
Late on a cloudy night,
The moon barely peeking out,
Would the clouds block their sight,
Or would they still be watching about?
Maybe the stars aren't all seeing,
Maybe they're just stars in the sky,
Maybe they're only now occurring,
But they watch as the knots in my stomach tie.
Happy new year!!
Wow it still feels like 2020 and it's been a bit since I last updated. I hope everyone had a fun new year and this year a year of luck and wealth!
Thanks for reading my book, ily all <3
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts that keep me up at night, written into poetry. I would like to say I am no expert at poetry, never have and probably never will be. So most of these are probably pretty bad. I just want to write out my thoughts with the possibility of someo...
