Peeling nail polish
Look at your fingers
Sparkling silver
Like stars have shivered
On your fingertips
Nostalgia is powerful,
Overwhelming, like a
Sigh of water
And you're gone
Or just temporarily
Lost to the inner workings
Of your
Mind what will you
Find there amongst
Those memories of
Childhood and adolescence.
Can you still smell the
Flowers of the meadows
And the exhaust fumes
If the cars when we sat
By the side of the road.
Have you grown old yet
Have you forgotten
Or is the nail polish
Poison.
YOU ARE READING
Stardust
PoetryIt's a well known fact we all descend from stardust. What's to stop us from going back? {because I'm in love with the sky}
