starry night
☁
it was a cliche, but sprightly night
where from crying, eyes are tight
where smiles and bodies are alive
sparks and colors were revived
amidst the dark of the sky
life in them was hard to describe
these specks burned lucidly
but are seen ephemerally
i have never seen such a view
it's rare even though it is not new
their cores were ineffable
indeed, they are a little unstable
they were mix of sobs and laughs
the last of smooths and roughs
they're a nebula, ever so striking
but inside, their hearts were breaking
yes, it was not just any other night
it was the very last night
where these stars lit each other up
where these stars shined so bright
☁
this was a poem originally entitled as nebula, and it's about our last promenade night. originally it was meant to be in our school paper but it didn't make it so i just posted it here lmao.
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Poetry From The Sky
Poesia"we colored the sky with our own blood ignoring the pain and loving how our blood looked perfect above" JPTR | contains english poems
