The Rooftop
When standing here,I feel as though I can touch the sky,
The stars shine a beautiful silver,
I have front row seats,
To the most beautiful show in the world.
The constellations call and wave to me,
I ask what it feels like,
They reply no words can describe it,
They ask me what it feels like,
I reply guilt, happiness, and rage.
They ask me to take a trip with them,
We drift into a peaceful nothingness called the universe.
They say this is what it feels like,
This is our world.
Then I look below,
The world is smothered in a mixture of pastels.
We return to the rooftop,
This place to enjoy the silence and breeze,
This place to put the mind at ease,
My get away from reality rooftop
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