I lean against my seatbelt,
Pretending it is you
Teardrops settle on my cheeks
Like autumn's morning dew
There's no pulse inside my pillow
My heart beats all alone
And inside it, in a tiny castle
Sadness steals the throne.
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Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
