Under the stars

She sat there,

Looking up at the stars,

Letting her emotions envelope her in a blanket of confusion.

She was sad,

Knowing she was alone, right now,

Wishing for someone else to be there with her.

She was awestruck,

Noticing the vastness of the sky,

And the way the stars complemented the moon in the way that they do,

Making her remember just how small the planet really was.

She was hopeful,

Knowing  one day she’d do this with the person she loves,

and they’d talk of everything.

And she was curious.

Was he looking at the same sky,

and thinking about her too?

It was silly,

and she knew it.

Hoping for something that seems almost utterly hopeless.

How could she love somebody she has never even met?

But still, her love was just about as vast as the sky she was staring up into.

And, even if it was silly,

Maybe she didn’t care.

Maybe she could hope,

beyond hope that something would work out for her.

That maybe, it wasn’t hopeless,

and she could be happy, for once.

It’s funny, how one made up story

can inspire so many daydreams

And how one person

can take over all of your dreams at night.

And how three words


can make all the difference.

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nightlight1220's picture

As Sinatra would say, "that's

As Sinatra would say, "that's life!!"

Nice write!! Enjoyed it totally!

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


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Thank you! I'm Glad you liked it!