In her love garden of words unsaid
He was addicted as if she were a pack of cigarettes
Fairies and princesses sweet
Could never compete
For her smile was his favorite
His weary ocean mind rendering him homeless
For she was the home he had longed for
but he could knock for ages on her steel tight doors
With no answer, her heart was already torn
Between the sun and the moon
Nobody could sneak through
By the time he saw her
She had already died and went on to another life
But so had he,
For they were
Star lovers
Of pure ghostly beauty
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The Sky Doesn't Pressure Me
Poetry"My life was filled with expectations Added from the other generations The Stars, The Moon, The Sky, it didn't mind They are here for me at all times" -WON SECOND PLACE IN THE BIG DIPPER AWARDS- -4/19/21- #13 in poetry collection out of 7.6k stori...
