Sometimes I wonder,
If the stars ever lie down and look at us on the ground,
And ponder their love, or their fate, or the future
Before they burst into flames.
Sometimes I wonder,
If cats really do have nine lives,
And how sad it must be for goldfish with a three second memory
Before their lives stop
and
Restart.
If I had nine lives,
or three seconds,
before I burst like a brilliant star,
I'd spend every
single
second
with you.
Sometimes I wonder,
if you would spend them
with me,
too.
But I am too afraid to ask,
And know the answer.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Literally my first poem so any feedback is grateful!