On that autumn night,
We found a place where
The darkness stopped
And the bright skybound nightlights began.
And on that crisp cool night,
We chased the stars
And lassoed the moon,
Knowing that change was coming
And embracing it.
And we had whispered
To the man on the moon,
"I love you."
And we had told him
That we were going to the stars someday.
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Art Will Survive, Artists Won't
PoetryThis book is a compilation of free-form poetry that I've written. Most of it is pretty personal, but I hope you'll like it regardless. POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: depression, self-harm, lgbtq+, suicidal thoughts
