Stars

by: Angelica Medina

You hold the stars in your hands

You lift the moon when you see no light

You love the people you can’t stand

And close your eyes when it is too bright

You're too elegant for the sloppy

And to confused for the organized

You're too sad for the happy

And to perfect for anyone to recognize

You simply and effortlessly take my breathe

And when night comes we can do this all over again.