It was utterly vague and vast
How the sky mesmerize the night
Dim light of words and suffice
She unsure of anything to sacrifice.
It was the only star shining brightly
Whom to tell when she cried vividly
The smile is worthless yet uncanny
It still a mysterious spotlight hidden under the canopy.
Call for the all it is worth of every lullaby
Sing to her the song of another mid-July
All the roads she could partake in
All the loves she had lost and found from within.
Holding the root through the palm
Not the tree but withhold with her arm
Say that she couldn’t be loved
That because she flawed in every curves.
Aloof is not a worthless feeling
Another paradox from isolation of fitting in.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
It was utterly vague and vast
How the sky mesmerize the night
Dim light of words and suffice
She unsure of anything to sacrifice.
It was the only star shining brightly
Whom to tell when she cried vividly
The smile is worthless yet uncanny
It still a mysterious spotlight hidden under the canopy.
Call for the all it is worth of every lullaby
Sing to her the song of another mid-July
All the roads she could partake in
All the loves she had lost and found from within.
Holding the root through the palm
Not the tree but withhold with her arm
Say that she couldn’t be loved
That because she flawed in every curves.
Aloof is not a worthless feeling
Another paradox from isolation of fitting in.
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