Steal- poem

“I would steal the stars for you.Reach out and gobble them downAnd you’ll be able to see me twinkle-One last time. “I can go out bright and burningAnd you can wave at me asThe sky claims me for its ownAlleging me for thieving its stars “I’ll smile at you and shine for youAnd you can …

Twinkling

We are constantly looking back on our memories. They’re arranged in a sort of a scrapbook in our heads. With each event, we narrate a chapter of our lives; decorating each page and ending with a flourish. Only when going through our book do we realize the tiny moments that made us smile. Sometimes it …