Who am I?
An embodiment of the galaxy that we could never be.
She waltzed into the bright room, how darling she looked, her,I want to be.
Ocean eyes with snow skin, would I be pretty?
For the galaxy we'll never be, tell me who I'll grow up to be.
A hurl of confused emotions, is a stellar collision who I am meant to be?
Time not growing in favor, an idle who had been me?
Bleeding wounds that hadn't been healed, so weak will define me.
For the galaxy we'll never be, our eyes wander to find you, then why can't they look for me?
Flipping pages of a boring book, doesn't favor me.
An unbearable urge to become an epitome of perfection, but it is something we cannot foresee.
For the galaxy we'll never see, a cold blow of wind envelopes me, it's quite lonely.
Devoid of stars, I hope you've got plenty, unlike me.
A coward who fails to feed the growing curiosity within her, why can't I be like her?
Happiness sounds unappealing, why can't I be?
For the striding stars above, you look down on me.
What does it look like, to watch a moron like me?
-CREAMALSICLE;
"don't we sometimes feel like that too?"
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'CRANBERRY'
PoetryPOEMS| A gush of ripe sweet drips into my mouth how succulent - it's green stems adorned with lilac jewels, it's excellent.
