There are 8 billion people in the world
enough to separate you from me
but if we really were to turn into stardust,
until our final moments,
through every star born a distance from the earth's crust,
i will carry our memories and find you
before the sun takes away the morning dew
there is only a piece of me in this world
but when we turn into stardust,
there will be infinite pieces of us
and all of me would reach you faster
condemning fate to adjust
23/02/21
YOU ARE READING
On My Youth
Poetrymy word vomit compiled 🪽 if anyone of you steals my poems, i curse you to always end up with mismatched socks, i curse you to have warm pillows during hot nights, and i curse you to forget where your things are when you need them the most.
