A nebula of emotions,
A black hole of thoughts,
Everything about her is infinite.
From her beauty to her kindness,
To the way she genuinely cares about me.
From her advices to her complaints,
To the dreams she's determined to make true.
She is the entire space, with all its galaxies and infinite possibilities,
She is quiet, but when she explodes,
It can be heard through the entire Milky Way,
Who cares that sound doesn't travel in space?
She wants to be an astronaut,
And I think that she is a star,
the brightest one ever discovered,
to this day.
YOU ARE READING
My loved ones; a journey.
Poetry“Perhaps one did not want to be loved, as much as to be understood” George Orwell.
