Staring at the moon, I remember how you spoke so fondly,
Of the stars and the swoons, melodies made far beyond me.
I listen back with smiles, orbiting memories of spaceships to Mars,
Flying backwards for miles, an astronaut in a home that's drifted too far.
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12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry
PoetryDo you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of...
