The largest canvas of black,
surrounding you wherever you look.
Splotches of sparkly purples and dazzling blues.
Pin pricks of shining white
all around you.
Fiery spheres of anger
roar and scream
Smaller spheres of color and life
just tremble in fear.
An infinite field
of things unknown,
an infinite field
of things never to be shown.
And we admire all these things
from a little floating rock
covered in dirt and undrinkable water
that rotates around a ball of fire.
Wow.
How very poetic of me, this poem is. I just kind of needed a break from all that depressing stuff I write about, so I wrote about huge rocks in the sky. Magical. Thanks for reading so far, my lovely flowers! Love you, and stay beautiful!
-Alexandra<3
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|midnight thoughts|
Poesíaa collection of midnight thoughts, a collection of small voices that are desperate to be heard. -trigger warning- cover by @CNS2004 #135 on 1/12/17
