For you,
I've been screaming over oceans for years,
I've written a thousand poems
and I've bruised my hands folding papers that
say exactly what I think.
For you,
I would take the stars out of the sky
and string constellations into small beaded necklaces
that shine brighter than the light of the sun and moon
put together.
For you,
I will remain for a million hours,
if that is what you desire,
and listen to all that goes on in your mind.
For you,
It is always for you,
because that's exactly what friends do.
YOU ARE READING
Starry night skies (completed)
PoetryUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
