there's always a night of realization
some are filled with stars
the moonlight shines bright onto our old mental scars
that night is engrained in our minds,
you see: laughs and laments and memories
all contained in one sole energy
now we look to the sky to see the
constellations we saw that night
they remind us as to why
we've ended up where we are
our past always a part of us
forever scattered among these stars
YOU ARE READING
musings of a flighty teenager
Poesíaa bunch of poetry about feelings and unjust situations
