"We're not kids anymore. Stop being delusional."
SHOOTING STAR
She used to sit down under the deep blue skies
Lit up by the distant stars and the watching moon
She found joy in the cold night air's embrace,
Using the green grass as her bed
And greeting the trees like old friends.
She used to wait for the falling star
So she could whisper her wish
And after, she would smile
And in her eyes there'd be a twinkle
Like the stars they watched
But years went by
And she learned that it was all a lie
The falling star she awaited
Was just a meteoroid
Passing by
And this, like everything
Everything that she ever believed
Was gone.
YOU ARE READING
a landing on the moon (and other stories)
PoetryWe begin with the characters: the Moon and her phases, her beloved Sun, the planets, and the constellations that dot the night sky around her. And then we'll read about the eclipses, the supernovas, the aliens, and so much more. This is your chance...
