There’s a comet, Orbiting around the cosmos, With no real path to follow, But when it’s closer to the blue planet, It becomes somewhat...

I stomp my feet, Up eighty stairs, Blood under my veins, Flaring like the volcanic air, Tensed, Unsettled, Anxious, I wonder about what...

You’re not the star I said you were, You’re the comet which shines brighter than anything else. You’re not constant like the star, But, a...