UNDER A STARRY SKY

And as she looked up in the sky,

Another day had passed her by.

Another day of pinks and reds,

And flowers all throughout her head.

 

She’d look up at the clouds and say,

What did I do to get this way?

What did I do to make things dull,

And put this sadness in my skull?

 

What did she do, but be herself?

And focus on her inner wealth?

She’d prance around from day to day

With no opinions to obey.

 

Yet here she sat, sad under stars

More ensnared than Venus and Mars

So caught up in being herself

That she lost everybody else.

 

Hey everyone,

 

Here’s a poem I wrote while I was in Montana. Hope you like it! Let me know what you think.

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