There was a promise
held by the stars.
It is one that
we made
when we were younger.
Pinky swear! We will always be together!
A promise kept by the stars - not us.
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PoetryThings I write in the middle of the night when I can't sleep or whenever I feel the need to put my heart into words. Poems•Prose•Short Stories•Artworks
