I was riding into the stars,
The salty air, discrete on my tongue.
Make way for I've come,
The ocean parting,
The wind an icy blanket on my face.
Who says the water looks dangerous?
The waves roll in smooth pace,
And I wish to lay on it,
Just as though it's a bed.
The scattered stars,
How pretty they are?
I want them on my face,
My body,
Instead of my scars.
Oh but why are they so far?
A lie, of a story I rhyme,
Saying I'm arriving soon.
Dear stars,
I'll be there with you,
Hopefully rather later, but soon.
-LovableConundrum
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