He spoke to me in cryptic,
And he was understood
We conversed in words so mystic
As often as we could.
Soon we started becoming tangled,
Our fingers clung like threads
An invention so newfangled
But I know just what it meant.
Stars condensed in every glance,
And love in every word
Each conversation was a dance,
A type that could be heard
Sunsets held me close when he did,
Moonbeams glistened in his eyes
And his skin was more of an atmosphere,
As he was a universe in disguise.
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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...
