Hundred billion stars in the galaxy
Like passerbys on a busy street
How small we actually are is the reality
Just how in the world did we ever meet?
Supernova or not,
You're the best thing ever happened to me
Big nor small,
You're a revolving star to me
Andromeda of the sky
You're too far away
Naked by the human eye
A billion light years my way
Like a constellation in the night,
You guide me through the dark
Like a shooting star across the sky,
You pass by my mind
Part of the many galaxies, you are
Yet you seem so close in my heart
Are we truly destined to meet or,
Are we simply strangers across the street?
YOU ARE READING
Silhouette
PoetryHow much you've escaped reality, Is what remains of your sanity. If fantasy is what you long, Then why not go to where you truly belong? Tis within this book, are the words filled with the whims of a mere fool.
