Stood on the edge of my roof,
Tired eyes widened to follow
Paths of shooting stars so out of
Reach; and I wished for you, you.
If stars are souls of those forgotten,
Their bones and shards of hope,
Are our wishes doomed? They're
Watching, mocking when we force
Faith upon them, expanding balls
Composed of egotism: they whisper
I shine brighter I shine brighter
Like they are the only words they know.
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you are not in wonderland ➵ poems
Poetryan assortment of shitty poetry i write gratuitously in my free time.
