staring
watching
waiting
hoping
eyes trained at the speckled sky
could never really figure out why
a fascination with the world beyond ours
laying out on the cold grass yard
moon as bright as
the orbs glowing on her own face
the starbursts exploding with silent wonder
but none as wonderful as the ones in her smile
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random poetic thoughts
Poetrymy terrible poems that show my thoughts that no one else knows
