You make the stars fall from the sky
They fizzle out like campfire embers
And hiss gently as they kiss the ground
They're beautiful
I watch them drifting about like fireflies
They're spinning all around
But I'm dodging left and right
When the stars meet my skin
I'm peppered with burns of a universe abound
The scars are of you
And oh, I love you so
It's just that - well, I've found:
The stars are better in the sky
And you are better from a distance
Maybe, really, that is why
I fend you off at every instance
That you come too close
Because you live in my personal space
Like the stars; but don't worry
I love you anyways
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). ⚠️...
