Once I was so in love with you
That I caught a star with a fishing pole
And reeled it in home
To make a necklace for you to wear
How was I to know
That stars burn their stardust counterparts
And that even I have a heart
Than can be broken
Just be open
I'm sorry that it left a scar
Know that the scar on my heart
Isn't as obvious
But is just as permanent
YOU ARE READING
Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
