He told her he loved her for the last time
Underneath the sensational willow tree
His body drifted towards her,
A beckoning pull asking for her tongue
To utter the words back,
but she took to the sky instead
The stars shone quietly as a gentle reminder
She is not pressured by them
She was pressured by him
The great thing about this is,
She doesn't have to indulge his pressures
She doesn't have to say those sugary words back
She doesn't have to love him
but she still does
Even after he abandoned her underneath the tree
You see,
The last letters that fell from his lips
Weren't I love you
They were
Goodbye
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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...
