the stars illuminate the dark sky
as i lay on the grass counting endlessly
while i look back to the events of the past
seeing how much i have changed ever since
that little girl once filled with happiness
is now long gone and forgotten
my smile, i seldom feel
are my words still even real?
i look back up again to watch the stars, my eyes sparkling
as i remember the memories that brought me so much joy
and how much i have missed
the feeling of pure bliss
YOU ARE READING
up in the clouds
Thơ cashe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
