#AestheticallyMeChall

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.