You and I,
we sit under the beautiful
midnight sky -
under constellations
and galaxies,
under nebulae
and planets
We gaze out into
the black abyss
dotted by gaseous
spheres burning brightly
realizing how insignificant we are -
a speck in existence,
and how the probability of us living
is oh so tiny
it almost does not exist;
and yet here we are.
And yet when I look at your face
I do not see wonder
or awe -
I do not even see the universe
reflecting in your eyes.
It is as though
you cannot see the stars
(nor how they light up
your soul so beautifully)
A/N - Today, this story has reached #304 in Poetry. That's a jump of over 300 spots within 3 days. Thank you all so much and have a wonderful day - Kat, Xx
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PoetryMidnight poetry from the darkness in my mind and clawing in my heart, quickly scribbled before they're lost to the eternity of time. [Highest achievement is #79 in Poetry (30/5/16.) This is a massive achievement to me and I'd like to thank everyone...
