Stars
I have this reoccurring dream.
Me laying outside on a blanket watching the stars with "you"
But "you" seems to change every time I do.
I've always been fond of the nighttime sky.
Even though I know it sounds pretty cliche to want to be laying there with some guy.
But I've come to realize it's not just some guy.
It's you.
It's stupid, I know but I really want to.
I want to lay there with your hand in mine.
Whenever I think about it the stars aline.
It may be silly but I know that it's true.
The only person I want is "you"
This poem is about:
Me