Underneath constellations
I am stormed by thoughts
Of your wishes
A forgotten plea I buried deep
A hope I left so long ago
But stars fell
And I remember your words
Wishing underneath
The light of dead stars
Hoping someday
One day
We'll still be together
You only wish for something you're uncertain about.
And you wish so much for spending the rest of your life with me.
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
