Star Gazing is for Dreamers and Kids Who Don't Know Better
A warm breeze picks up dirt
From the sandy ground beneath me.
I don't dare take a seat on this earth,
Even if she is waiting for me to.
How could I when there are
Hundreds of bugs hidden under that old blanket.
Besides, I can see the sky just fine from where I am,
Standing with the porch light shining from behind me.
Every inch of navy is littered with bright balls of light.
She points out the brightest,
"That's Grandpa." She says.
But we both know he had never made it up there.
We sit, silently watching.
Hearing the howls of coyotes
In the mountains a few miles to our right.
We aren't scared though.
A flash of movement catches my eye, a shooting star.
At last I drop to the dusty, desert ground
Our pinkies wrapped together
We both knew what the other had wished for
And vowed a silent oath not to say them out loud,
How else would they come true?
There's a rustle in the bushes that tells us
It is time for creatures to prowl in the dark.
Even my aunt calls us inside to watch a movie.
I take one last longing look at the stars,
Wishing they could be seen back home.
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Poetry with Unnecessarily Long Titles
PoetryA collection of poems from present day and when I was an edgy emo kid in high school with absurdly long titles by Fall Out Boy
