If I leave tonight,
And pass from this life,
Don’t morn for me,
Or wish me to life.
***
Just look up,
And see the stars,
Think of me,
Where you are.
***
I may not be,
There beside you,
But we both see,
The sky that you do.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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