sometimes i think things that make no sense
words that seem over the top
i wish i could talk to people who get it
who understand
what it's like to think these thoughts
i believe in stardust
i listen to the night
i wish that i could speak to her—
my moon; my holy light
maybe i'm a little crazy
with all these words inside my head
but what if i'm not crazy
maybe
maybe i know something you can't understand
maybe i speak the language of the moon
maybe i dance with balls of light
can you sing along with the lyrics from the wind?
can you see fireflies out at night
YOU ARE READING
a poet's attempts at communication
PuisiThis is just a collection of original poetry and brain dumps of mine. Lmk if you have any thoughts on it :) love ya <3
