Posted in Poems

Star-gazing

I ran my finger over the scar on your arm

tilting my head back, I laughed at a joke you were telling,

some silly combination of words that only I could understand.

I curled myself tighter, into a ball,

and

rested my head against your knees

as you ran your fingers through my hair.

Stars sung out of us

with effervescent chords of love and eternal bliss.

We watched them fly from our unity

and then we fell asleep

pulling them around us tightly.

 

-Eva M.M.

May your day be as blessed and numerous as the stars and thank you for reading and sharing your thought with me in the comments below.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

 

 

 

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I am currently a high school senior who writes and writes and writes in my spare time when I am not babysitting, working or spending time in a book.

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