I reached for the stars
Like they told me to
And I came up short
My arms just couldn't reach
No matter how long I stretched my fingers
I reached for the stars
Like they told me to
And I came up short
The sounds of summer bugs
Chirping loudly in my ears
I reached for the stars
Like they told me to
And I came up short
The moon shone brightly on my failure
And he laughed
I reached for the stars
Like they told me to
And I came up short
I felt the tingle of almost on the tips of my fingers
My toes curled in dew-wet grass
I reached for the stars
Like they told me to
And I came up short
A sudden and lonely wind passed through me
Reminding me that the seasons were about to change
I reached for the stars
Like they told me to
And I came up short
Then I felt incredibly stupid
For why would someone so small be able to reach the stars anyways
STAI LEGGENDO
Yellow Paint : A Collection of Midnight Thoughts
PoesiaAn ever-growing manifesto of the musings that keep me up at night Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought making his insides bright would make him happy. Writing is my yellow paint.
