A 10 year old poem from a younger me inside a journal I found in my nightstand drawer.
In the vast expanse of night's embrace,
a little star waits with longing grace.
Her light, a beacon in the darkened sky,
Guiding traveling souls as they wander by.
But deep within, a sadness resides,
For love's sweet touch, she yearns and hides. She gazes upon the distant moon's glow, Dreaming of a love that will someday show.
Little star please don't lose hope,
Love's arrival is but a cosmic slope.
In the vast realm of galaxies above,
Your heart will find its cherished love.
🌌💜♾️
At night all cats are black. Prowling around to bring you interesting items! Use Discernment At All Times! Happiness Is Strength!
Thank you for this poem! It is wonderful!
Thank you Silver 😊🙏🤍
