Too Many Colors To Count [1ST DRAFT]

↳ she thought the stars were beautiful

she thought the stars were beautiful

so she watched them every night

and in the morning she mourned their loss.

but one night they did not come

and she wept.

the sun said, "am I not a star?

am I not good enough for you?"

she had waited all night and all day

for stars that might never come,

and so she had no answer.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

I actually shared this with the poetry club at my school last year (in my very short time there). I think it's one of the better ones I've made.