Has anyone ever told you the origin of stargazing? I learned it's truth after gazing into your eyes. Each an ingress into a star scape of ineffable beauty. Irises the deepest of blues. Pupils as abyssal as the infinite embrace. Combined at just the right angle. The stars shine brighter in your lunette than they do on any clear night sky. What answers might I find if I keep looking into them? The meaning of life? Discovery? Love maybe? Secrets diffinetely secrets. Yours, Mine, The world's, The universe's. And if I am really lucky. I might even find me. Wishing on a star to earn your heart. That is atleast my hope.
"They only read me because I'm short and simple..."
-Struggles of a Poem
-FreeMind
Still wondering why the poems that mean so much to me mean so little to everyone else... can people not relate, or do they just refuse to read them? June 4, 2019 #85