The palm trees are reaching to the sky
They're lit up like the stars.
They're strong and cannot be broken easily.
I want to be a palm tree.
I want to reach the sky
Prove I can do everything.
I want to shine like a star
Be beautiful like the universe.
I want to be strong
I want to stand my ground
And remain whole.
But that will never happen.
I am still human.
Unclean
Imperfect
Broken
Weak
And I, will never be a palm tree.
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Aesthetic Writings
PoetryJust aesthetic writings of all kinds. Inspired by aesthetics.
