Shooting Stars

Unsteady, falling.

Trying hard to fix myself.

Clutching at something

that isn’t meant to be mine;

a future not meant for me.

Author's Note

My dreams used to be stars.

Reviews

[Circe]

your words are beautiful as they are pulverising, this transfixed me to the spot, you have an incredible ability.

[Alm]

Hello there :) You're back! With a new poem I must read. Thank you, so much, for all the kind reviews.

[R.O.M.E.T.S.I.]

I love this! It's so short and sweet. Those are always my favorite. Very relatable. Perfect.