Touching the StarsA Poem by anon
It's past midnight.
My momma would not approve. But we're on top of a hill with an old blanket watching the stars. Something about being here with you makes everything still. Being here with you makes me think I can reach out and touch the stars. With you, I can. © 2017 anon |
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