He,was the moon.
A stargazer,perhaps.
And stars for him,were plenty.
But,
He had his Proxima,
And no star shined brighter for him.
Distances,were great
Yet,
It only looked perfect,
When the two of them were captured in one-FRAME.
-CHEWANG
YOU ARE READING
LITERALLY A COLLECTION OF POETRY AND RANDOM SHIT.
PoetryShe used to say it would really make her feel great if I ever wrote a book so here I am but we are not. Jotting down everything I feel.
