✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔* ✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✎⋆.ೃ࿔*: Hello! Umm... so this poem has four parts. I'm quite genuinely sorry ( it originally had 5, but I thought that would just be mean) Anyho, enjoy!
1 It’s funny what you remember, isn’t it? I remember climbing out the car. It was a weekday evening, in wintertime A few years ago now Still sticks with me, though. We’d come back from shopping We were all tired Tired but happy And the radio started to play ‘I think we’re alone now’ As we pulled up in the drive My mum wasn’t having it She wasn’t not going to listen to one of her favourite songs Just because the journey was over So as we were unloading we swung open the doors of the car Turned the volume up all the way And before we knew it we were dancing And I remember looking up at inky darkness Dotted with thousands of pinpricks of beautiful silver light Beauty lost to modern living Suddenly found again As we sang, and laughed, and danced. Under the stars. 2 It’s funny what you remember, isn’t it? I remember being very small Safe in Daddy’s arms Wearing large green noise cancelling headphones We were at a music festival Lama tree, I think? And everyone was enjoying the music, dancing But I wasn’t I was looking up, up To where stars dotted the sky And I remember thinking That it was like we were in a huge vegetable patch With one of those black plastic-y cover things over it And that the stars were like tiny holes dotted in it Letting in the light. 3 It’s funny what you remember, isn’t it? I remember coming home from a Halloween party with my sister In Yorkshire I was 13, she was 16 And everyone else there had been either 5 or 50 (And honestly, that’s being generous.) The night would’ve been horrible But we discussed Twilight and poked fun at everyone there It was great. And on the way back, the air was that lovely crisp shade of cold But I felt warm all the way through Because I was with my sister On this October night And the sky was completely lit up with stars. 4 It’s funny what you remember, isn’t it? I remember standing beneath the stars At night in Montenegro After a long mountain walk And I saw the milky way for the first time And we each saw a shooting star And made wishes out there in the cold Where there were no city lights To outshine the constellations And it’s weird to think It’s weird to think Those were the same stars That we danced beneath That I gazed at in neon headphones That lit my way home All those memories Under the stars.
