I discovered the stars.
I found them scattered like
Lego in a child's room
upon my heart.
They shone so bright I...
I forgot what they are.
It was only when they dimmed,
dyed a little bit
That I saw the stories:
they told me to listen.
Little lights that come and go.
The good and the bad.
Within my sorrow.
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Poetry Of All Sorts
Poetry- Book One Of My Poetry Series - Throughout life we morph and change depending on the things we see and the experiences we exchange. Poetry has been my refuge whilst taking on the small battlefields of adolescents. So I give to you, the beating h...
