The Girl Who Could See Stars

I never knew of peace until I saw the night sky. The colors of the universe bathed in Japanese violet and Prussian Blue swirling into a painting so magnificent that Vincent Van Gogh couldn’t make one better than this. The millions of unique snowflakes falling into the earth, covering it with a frozen kiss that would leave you feeling a different kind of love. It may have been a few minutes of looking up into the sky but it felt like hours, years. Shaking the very core within me that made me choke on my breath, causing my lungs to desperately need something like I have been all my life. And never have I looked away. Afraid that if I did, I would never feel this way again And would have to live my days in somber till I am old and bitter Never breaking a smile or humming a tune Always reminding myself that if I didn’t look away then I could have been granted a wish. A wish to live with the stars, sleep by the moon and to weep with the angels. Instead of being an old tale told among the children, but to have my gravestone engraved with,” The girl who could see stars.” I want to submit this to a poem contest, is it good enough?