Your scars are a constellation,
a beautiful map of the unknown,
a brief glimpse into your universe.
The pain behind your eyes,
pulling me into a blackhole.
So distant,
I'm mesmerized by the mystery.
If only I could reach the stars,
I'd spend my whole gazing.
YOU ARE READING
Speaking to Lost Souls
PoetryA collection of thoughts and emotion. Forgive me. I have a poet's soul, but not a poet's pen.
