In the distance I see lights
Flickering every night
Makes me think
Of the stars in the sky
Way up, high
Yet they feel so close
Almost reachable
I stretch out
A bit unstable
But I hold my pose
Grasp it in my hand
Watch it fall through like sand
A mirage, not real
Id never be able to feel
The touch of a star
Ill always be too far
To embrace in its grace
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
