What's up there stars? What do you behold? As I lay here, I wish I didn't lay in the cold. It's not a rememdy for all these scars. Oh well. The meadow on a starry night is One poet's dream, (makes me happy thinking of such a theme). Look and you can see my mistake Over time. Wha I looked for was predictable, Just a good rhyme. I miss you, but the possibility of angels Keeps my anxiey away. I'm stressed but I know the undeserving Thoughts will wash away. Once upon a time I loved to look at the stars That feel so close, yet so far. Love is untitled, reality is the reason, question, answer. The twinkle is what I looked for. Love is but a terrible thing to waste, That's why I look at admirable skies.