Here lies the questions, floating like fireflies, witnessed by the skies full of stars.
Tell him that you missed him, or was it a question of longing.
Tell him that he's perfect, or are you wanting for more.
Tell him that you love him, or was it the very word that he craves still.
That boy has questioned every burning start that it sees yet no constellation has an answer. Nothing like his questions so loud, it's deafening. He'll let you listen, but listen closely, because the moon will sing. The moon will sing every question he asks, and let your answer be the melody of its piece.
Now listen.
YOU ARE READING
Galaxies of Feelings
PoetryWriting is a form of expression of feelings bearing your mind's creative and imaginative thinking and your heart's desire to showcase your art and share the wonders of every letter spoken. Poetry is a type that does the readers an imaginative feeli...
