I reached a new hemisphere
I have a feeling that you did with me too
Climbing my stairs to the stars
I want to be the kind of cliche I hate
Touching, killing cynicism
I want to look to the moon hand in hand
And try to compare it’s beauty to you
But fail
Beats in my chest skip and I feel
Breathless
I’m not sure if it’s the romcom way or
They type that’s the ending to Apollo 13
But it’s clear
We’re making like Bowie
Trying to find life on Mars
Abort Mission
By Polly Gannaway
