First, there was the earth, spherical, blue, and clothed in swatches of green.
First, it was him, first crush, I was the revolving asteroid, that crashed and burned when I entered his atmosphere.
Then, there was the moon. The ball of rock that we never give enough credit. Earth's only natural satellite. The reflector of the sun's light. Lonely in an abyss of black.
Then, there was the sun. Warm and bright. Golden and glowing but too hot to touch. It was like loving the sun and hoping not to get burned. Impossible.
Sometimes the moon's shadow covers the sun. Flame and shadow, one cannot exist without the other, right. But light always outshines darkness in the end.
The sun, moon and earth are in conjunction
Three boys standing in a row
Arms linked and laughing
And I am still an asteroid
Somehow I do not even have a significant place in my own solar system.
-I may have made you a solar system but I have always been the gravity that kept you together.
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Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
