Starry Night ⭐
Lying down on our grassy lawn,
Stars arranged like they're drawn,
Little fingers intertwined,
Playing on loop Seeing blind.
Then, you stand up to light your cigar,
That's when I see a shooting star.
I see your face through lighters flame,
And realize both are the same.
(04.12.20)
Attempt at a prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting 's December prompts.