The stars shine bright
Where you stand
Staring
Waiting for something beautiful
To appear out of nowhere
I walk along
These old streets
Waiting
For someone beautiful
To appear out of nowhere
We look up
At the firmament,
Wishing,
But where I stand
There are no stars
YOU ARE READING
senseless.
Poetrysort of a journal and a way to clear my thoughts "in a healthy way." started it when i was fifteen so some stuff might not be the best, but enjoy.
