{ ^* - v_ }

I feel sick,
I am ill.
as I sulk
under the window sill.

My mind's been on a merry go round
jammed on expert speed.
but I am only a damsel;
a daisy in dire need.

I searched for you behind every
house, car.

book, bush and tree.

But nothing's there.
just plain,
old.
Simple.

ME.

I feel sick,
I am ill.
The rain pounds
on the window sill.

The night's been awfully cloudy,
a smoke screen to my light.
I don't know whether to scream in agony,
or stand and start a fight.

i wished upon my star.
Although, you, i could not see.
There's something greater in my path
its shadow had temporarily obscured me.

I feel swell,
I am, really.
As the rain still falls
down my ***'s well.

The moon has come to play,

bearing the catch of the day.

All its foggy mess,

seamlessly

dissipates

away.

as i ***** up

my old ash tray,

my eyes prepare to sleep.

but my mind relentlessly

wishes you, for my soul you will keep.

...
it's my id,
it is ME.
I belong to the shooting star.
A sacred skeleton key
hidden from afar.