How did it feel
To fall from the stars?
Or was it just the clouds?
Did you exaggerate your fall from grace?
Tell them of your wondrous journey!
Perhaps you looked up at the stars
And the sky cried,
You thought you were among them.
To paint a star is not to be one.
YOU ARE READING
Internal screaming translated to something a bit prettier
Poesíajust any poem that I've written that isn't a love poem really
