It is all above me, the glittering stars.
Yet, it causes all these wars.
In my heart since it's so afar.
Why can't there be an ours?
I know you and I are full of scars,
so can't we be spared?
To a world that is without cares,
can't we just be close until there is no air.
They make you look like a cigar,
killing me and ruining with your tar.
I wish we can ride away in my car,
Somewhere far like mars.
But our love is contained in a jar,
Up by the stars,
Always with a radar,
Wanting to be just a memoir.
That's when I started to hate the stars.
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PoetryThis book contains a variety of different types of poems. This book is not made up of Chapter's but the title of poems, I create. I hope you enjoy it. Please like, comment, and vote if you like my poems. Highest rating in Poetry [#235 - 10/10/17] |...
