The girl looked up at the sky.
The clear, crystal, starlit sky.
The deep part of the ocean,
the only true beauty in this world.
The times she's stood here, uncounted.
She drew the star patterns on her hand,
and she knew the universe was on the back of her hand.
On her other hand, she drew a square.
Within the square, smaller squares.
A rectangle here, a patch of yellow light there.
While she was exploring the universe,
She knew she was always at home.
The stars were her home.
Her true home.
She was from God.
She was from that universe.
She was a little angel.
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If You Believe...
PuisiBelieve is a compilation of poems that revolve around believing something, or believing nothing. A few of these poems are kind of depressing, but they're also thought provoking, and that's my end goal. Some of these poems are literally when I just w...
