Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places

Lights

Lights on my body, lights on my face,

I hoped I looked pretty, not out of place.

They shone from above like stars,

And they seemed just as far...

I was the earth, and they were the sky,

Open, inviting, never filled with a deny.

I was the ground, and they, small suns,

Shining behind the most familiar one.

Then, the stars on the stage, shining like magic

Drawing everyone in like electric static.

A/N

Hello, loves! This is the last poem in this book. I hope you all enjoyed this, and it meant a lot writing it.I'll probably start another poetry book because I'm a poet at heart. :) Anywho, thanks for reading!!