Her: i want to be a star in the sky. away from this sickening reality. far up in the sky
Him: you can't be a star, cause you'd be far from my reach
Her: you can't touch a star without dying, look too closely and your eyes will bleed. so wouldn't it be better far from your reach?
YOU ARE READING
Sad souls
PoetryIn this inconsistent world, the only thing keeping me sane are these words I pen on paper •---•---•---•---•---• Poem and prose
