The night is silent, sky littered with stars,
Just beneath the waning moon I spot the orange tinted mars,
I think how I'm looking at the past, because I know
The stars I see right now have burned away long ago.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry
PoetryMy only escape is through my writing. Welcome to my world ~ It's not very pretty, but I hope it makes you feel something. *Cover credit; Kaylannette
