You are the home for all of my stars
Nuzzled between lovely reservoirs
From the sun reflecting your erudite scars
To the moon shining upon your glass smile
You are my tendency, you smell of chamomile
I'd say I love you but I fear it is too cliche
My feelings are far beyond any mere saying
but my attempt can keep you distracted
You are my sky, my everything
The sweet reminisce after a chocolate bar
The giddy feelings after someone strums a guitar
You are the home for all of my stars
YOU ARE READING
The Sky Doesn't Pressure Me
Poetry"My life was filled with expectations Added from the other generations The Stars, The Moon, The Sky, it didn't mind They are here for me at all times" -WON SECOND PLACE IN THE BIG DIPPER AWARDS- -4/19/21- #13 in poetry collection out of 7.6k stori...
