Millions of stars.
Shooting,
Falling,
Granting wishes
All around me,
But only one
Lit up
My sky.
I chased it
Blindly,
Dancing on
The moon,
Swinging on
Saturn's rings,
And searching
Through endless
Galaxies,
But I never
Could quite
Hold it
In my palm
To glow
Brightly in
My hand.
I think now
That maybe
Perhaps
You were
That one star
That my arms just
Weren't meant
To reach.
Close.
Close enough
To be warmed
By your light,
To be changed
By your beauty,
But only to admire
From a distance,
Millions of
Light years away.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
Millions of stars.
Shooting,
Falling,
Granting wishes
All around me,
But only one
Lit up
My sky.
I chased it
Blindly,
Dancing on
The moon,
Swinging on
Saturn's rings,
And searching
Through endless
Galaxies,
But I never
Could quite
Hold it
In my palm
To glow
Brightly in
My hand.
I think now
That maybe
Perhaps
You were
That one star
That my arms just
Weren't meant
To reach.
Close.
Close enough
To be warmed
By your light,
To be changed
By your beauty,
But only to admire
From a distance,
Millions of
Light years away.
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