I scan the sky and wonder if
The stories can be true,
That aliens are coming here,
Encountered by a few.
My mind begins to ponder stuff,
Like vampires, ghouls and ghosts;
Do people really see those things,
Or are they idle boasts?
I think about the kiss we shared;
The way she held my hand.
I’m scared of getting hurt again,
But will she understand?
"I believe in true love. But my opinion is tainted, because I also believe in Bigfoot, aliens, and in the existence of honest politicians."
Jarod Kintz
For Sara’s A Penny for your Thoughts contest
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