You were the reason I came
To love those damn constellations,
Their bright light reflecting
Your brilliance.
But now, as I look at you,
I see that you weren't as brilliant
As I thought you were,
And those constellations,
They still shine just as bright.
g.c.g
YOU ARE READING
The blossom of a poet
PoetryWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
