I look at stars.
I look at them a lot.
When it's late I would sneak outside and just watch.
I used to so outside after school. I sat for hours at a time.
I thought maybe I enjoyed the peace.
Tonight when I went outside I realized.
I was waiting to make a wish.
I was looking for a shooting star.
Watching. Waiting. Searching.
I looked for a shooting star so I could be happy. To wish upon a star. I wish for love. True love. Happiness. Acceptance. To be loved.
I will continue searching for my star.
I will look until what I need to survive, Happens.
Stars remind me of something beautiful. Happiness maybe.
Stars.
2017
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Mine
PoetryThe title "Mine" has more thought into it then one may originally anticipate. Though that's common theme in the world of meaning. Calling it "Mine" refers to the hardships I've dealt with in past years. When dealing with that I went though motivatio...
