I've learned many things are not constant
Friends change, seasons change
However, the stars rarely change
The moon is there even when we can not see it
The stars float by, new ones waiting to take their place
So when I obsess over this glorious galaxy of ours
It's not just for the beautiful stars
or the glowing moon
Sometimes it's nice to know something wont change
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Thoughts Unsaid
PoetryTalk about a cliché name for a cliché book of teenage poetry that explores sadness, crushes, self-hatred, and general feels. I don't write poems often, but when I do, I pick up a pencil and write.
