I can't look up at the sky anymore
In fear that I'll see you there,
Up in the night sky with the others,
So near to my Taurus.
It seems all too fitting.
Your bow points to the Bull
To slay me in slow motion
For all the world to see.
Don't look up at the sky
For the archer hunts the bull.
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Higher Education
PoetryThere comes a point in every person's life where they must move on. I'm trying...by God I'm trying. And this is how I try. By moving on and moving out...to higher education. This is my third collection of poetry, each piece written when my mind and...
