'Hey there, my friend, how is it out there?'
I ask the star out there,
The star; my best friend
Anora, as I named them,
Are always there with me
'I so wish you were here, love'
I grieve to my fav one,
The one that shines the brightest,
The one they call him Sirius,
And the one who loves me the most.
'Don't worry love, I will come to you.'
I hear a faint voice say,
My lips tug up themselves
And I let a content sigh out
As I observe my admirer.
'Here, take a part of me.'
The same voice shouts
I once more smile to myself
As I whisper a 'thanks' to him.
All while smiling like crazy.
'You see me don't you?'
Comes another loud call
'Of course I do.' And I whisper back.
My eyes meet the shooting star
As they try to stop the tears.
'Don't cry my love'
A gentle voice soothes me
As I raise my head to him
While he bows his to me
And I cry, searching for his comfort.
'I might be mad babes!'
He tries to black mail me.
Call me a child or what,
I trust him with all my heart,
And I do what he wants, I stop crying.
'That's my girl'
I feel my lips tug up to a smile
As wrinkles surround my wet cheeks,
I smile, I smile wholeheartedly
For I love my shooting star,
My Citali.

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Eutony
شِعرA collection of poems from an introvert's point of view . . . . **As for the title, I really liked the word (which means pleasantness of a word's sound)**