My aesthetic would be a night where the sky is full of stars. Why? Because first of all, i LOVE space and two, I've been told that people often find me mysterious and different, but once you get past those clouds, im creative, ionate and curious. (Im not sure if it counts if thats the title so #AestheticallyMeChall)
And now the poem
As the night arrives
Dead drop all lies
For the moon is reborn
And the light is torn.
The stars are praying
To catch wings while falling
Into the depths of the sea
So they could still be
The light of ciggars
Leaving young scars
That will remain
ed as pain
For longer than them
And until when
The pain is forgotten and the childrens skin has rotten.
This is what night does.
It brings faith and scars.






Comments (5)
Lovely poem ♡...
Reply to: Ethan_Gabriel
Thank you♡
Awwww