My Poetry.

#6: Stars

You told me you felt small. 

If only you took a glance inside

my mind, you would find

out that the biggest fraction

of my thoughts are of you. 

~

You would realize that you're

the shooting star and I'm a planet. 

You visit me every now and then,

and when you leave 

You leave me wishing for you

again, and again, and again.

~

I told you I felt small, 

and you agreed with me. 

Sometimes feelings aren't

returned. 

That night you visited my planet, 

and I watched you pass by. 

I found myself crying,

I didn't wish for you at all. 

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