Maybe you're not the stars,
you don't fill my sky
with twinkling lights and heavenly love,
you don't grant my endless wishes
and leave me in adoration and awe;
Maybe you're the moon,
hiding in the darkness of the world,
always overlooked beyond the endless
sea of smaller lights even if
your glow is the brightest,
appearing in crescents at times and
complete eclipses at others though
either way you're always there;
But maybe I'm the sun,
existing in the opposite side of the
earth from where you lay,
watching you rise as I fall,
and maybe that's why
we'll never be.
CZYTASZ
Specks Of Stardust #Wattys2015
Poezja❝ And when midnight strikes and the ink spills through the page, all that you are becomes stardust. ❞ In which a girl writes about the words unspoken, the feelings unresolved, the memories unforgotten, and the boy who caused them all.
