I grew up with the stars but nobody pointed out the North Star to me
I still found my way out with the luck of those never innocent
Now I am older and more innocent each day in a city that has stolen the stars
I dream of getting into the mountains for just a night where the stars still live
Come with me show me your North Star so we can both stop getting so lost.
Every single time. I write these words, these poems. I love them after a few days. Every time, I think this is the one that isn't worth posting. And so, I keep posting, even if only I ever love them. Refusing to be invisible.