Tonight,
the stars were out earlier.
They saw I had noticed - begged me
to wish upon their innocence,
to let my hopes rest
upon their weak light
that barely touched me.
And who am I to be a let down?
I smiled,
for a second closed my eyes,
then told them a secret,
public knowledge.
The wind burnt my fingers
as they lost their place in my pockets,
as for a moment... I believed.
And now
I still do.
Author notes
If it sounds slightly halted to you - good. That's the intention.
I think I know.
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'Tonight,
the stars were out earlier.'
I love that, and I love its abruptness, and almost the sense of hickedly pickedlyness
'The wind burnt my fingers
as they lost their place in my pockets,
as for a moment... I believed.'
and I lovelovelovelovelove that bit
You're amazing you know?
♥
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Michelle I must ask.......WHERES THE REST OF THE POEM!!!!!! lol. This is such a really good poem. I loved it and I know many feel the same way. But I think it ended to soon. But meh, what do I know?
Mucho love,
Justin -
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It's supposed to be abrupt so that the sudden finality stays with you longer.
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I still say it could have been longer. hmph.
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