i've been so envious
of the galaxies i see above me,
they seem unreachable.
far beyond what my arms can grasp.
every star shines a little brighter.
each day, each night
someone loves to look above,
than to look sidelong.
i wish i will be there.
to be loved to look at.
someone came
intention's unclear;
but stares so sincerely.
then few of them came over and looked
like i was the most stunning star in the galaxy
it takes right individuals
to know
you are part of their galaxy.
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
