he told me
that the stars shone in my eyes
but little did he know
that every star
soon dies.
-k.d.
YOU ARE READING
life as we know it
PoetryBeing a poet is like being really sick. But instead of vomit, words come out. This is my word vomit.
stars
he told me
that the stars shone in my eyes
but little did he know
that every star
soon dies.
-k.d.