ive always wanted to reach for the stars
that would sometimes twinkle for me
but i know no matter how bright
it would burn for my eyes
it'll never be close enough for a touch
and unless i die and be reborn a comet
I'd never get to hold them close
and melt with their warmth
but I'll look up again and again
and dream till i could no more
YOU ARE READING
pieces of me ; a collection of poetry
PoetryA fraction of what goes on in my mind and my heart- they're written inside. - please do not steal my thoughts and my feelings btw the first few parts aren't the best of my works :')
