Just as cloudy as the night before,
The stars are gone but I'm not sure.
Planes soar across the vast space,
Nothing matches their fast pace.
Maybe it's the bats that always listen,
Maybe the stars won't ever be back to glisten.
It's much chillier tonight,
I'm glad the stars aren't as bright.
Often I wonder if there's a being watching me,
Often I wonder if maybe I should flee.
Flee this being whom I do not know,
Flee this feeling whom continues to grow.
mwah purr so slay #wtfistheperiodictable
Continued from my last poem, I think I like the A A B B format better lol
Welp have a good night, I should actually try to sleep tonight haha...
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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...
