She stitched galaxies together
With threads of time
And we became their parasites
Drops of dew strung upon
A spider's silk tread
Sometimes we would drip
And fall onto the earth
Feeding the seeds below
And watching them grow
So the earth was a beautiful place
Until she started sewing with money signs
And not moments in time
YOU ARE READING
Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
