you look at the stars,
as if they were jewels.
little did you know,
star dust in all matter.
nebula explodes from your bones,
the moon is jealous of your beauty.
I however,
love you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryPoems I've written. I'm not very good. I also don't know who the cover photo belongs to lmao, but it's not mine. **no pictures are mine unless otherwise stated**
