Skies
You, and I,
meant to be
meant to shine,
like the stars
in the night sky.
Meant to burn,
through the dark
joining hands,
like constellations above.
Staying forever,
shining through the night
meant to be,
meant to shine
written in the stars.
Sometimes, the night sky gets so close
that my tongue gets wrapped in the Milky Way.
And the words I want to say, get caught
in ink, only to come out jumbled and
painted on my teeth like wax wall paper.
It’s just an excuse, really. To get away from
all the things I should have said.
Sometimes, the stars say
everything for us.
Collaboration with willfulevolution. Their words in italics.
