I remember when
A shooting star
Was more than a burning rock
Traveling throught the night sky
It was but a mere wish
If lucky enough to see it
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
