Like planets orbiting a sun,
our paths rarely cross
and when they do there's still
a vast distance in between.
.
Do you feel gravities pull
As lightyears apart, we pass each other.
Anchored back by other luminaries,
All stopping us from one last embrace.
.
A comet shoots through empty space,
not held by the same orbits trace,
how I wish we were so free,
then you could make your way to me.
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With Love: A Collection of Works
PoetryA Collection of different writing medias I've experimented with, from prose, poetry and song lyrics to (very) Short Stories & 'Articles.' Some of these will be new pieces for this book, others I may have written a few years ago and just never had a...
