Pretty girl with your silver hair And smile that could outshine the sun I’ve come undone just at the sight of you
I don’t have the courage to talk to you So I don’t know what your voice sounds like But I’ve heard your laugh and it’s most divine
I could never talk to you You are a child of the stars Your beauty makes me stutter And me I’m just a mere human wishing for a star I don’t expect for my wish to be granted
Written by
broken poet 15/Cisgender Female/searching for my STAR