Standing on the edge,
While the stars go to bed-
Wishing I could just as well.
Gaze fixed on the plain,
through the shattered ends of strain.
"Just a second- swear no more.
You're safe; I closed the door."
They say she's pretty,
with sky-blue eyes,
got shiny hair,
so luscious with shine.
Has the prettiest smile-
fills hearts with butterflies.
I call her twice,
and nine more times.
Wait for her
to come into sight.
Yet all I see are the old dark cracks,
Is she looking at me - beneath all that black?
I reach for her light - time doesn't seem to pass
Let out a long sigh as I brush the smooth glass
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 9:17 AM UTC
Standing on the edge,
While the stars go to bed-
Wishing I could just as well.
Gaze fixed on the plain,
through the shattered ends of strain.
"Just a second- swear no more.
You're safe; I closed the door."
They say she's pretty,
with sky-blue eyes,
got shiny hair,
so luscious with shine.
Has the prettiest smile-
fills hearts with butterflies.
I call her twice,
and nine more times.
Wait for her
to come into sight.
Yet all I see are the old dark cracks,
Is she looking at me - beneath all that black?
I reach for her light - time doesn't seem to pass
Let out a long sigh as I brush the smooth glass
