At night it seems as though
My sighs scrape across the sky
And rustle stars hanging low.
There they go, shooting across
The sky as if they want to fly.
Disrupting constellations,
They either cry or laugh.
If it's any consolation,
They cared enough to try
To out live a ball of gas.
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A Collection Of Various Poems
PoetryBet you didnt know I write weird, spur-of-the-moment poetry only my friends like, huh?
