I must be a star.
Constantly shining each night.
Yet,
Once you're surrounded by the city light,
I am no longer visible to you.
"I'm still here!"
I call to you.
But it's to late.
You're already lost in streetlight.
YOU ARE READING
Plain Jane
PoetryWhy are you so plain? Hmm? Plain, you're plain. 💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧 Poetry by yours truly.
A Sad Star
I must be a star.
Constantly shining each night.
Yet,
Once you're surrounded by the city light,
I am no longer visible to you.
"I'm still here!"
I call to you.
But it's to late.
You're already lost in streetlight.