Teardrop stains on a starry night
From fallen jewels once in the sky...
About an actual, undermined, major value.
Something different after my last three poems here ..
Ah, the sky--once again you've proven to be the only thing I write about!
The black puffs of my breath sticks to your dewy green smile. And as I hold your hand, I hope that you never see the rust that is setting in your eyes.
Sometimes we have to move on from the sweetest moments to cherish them as memories.
Hey guys,check out this poem about dew, let me know if u like it.
Diamond dew at the end of each thorny bone.