as the stars trickle down from the sky
they take the form of raindrops
every time they splatter down on me
i feel every shattered aspiration
in those little splashes of starbursts
i feel them stab into me demanding to be set free
crushing a dream
is like ripping the wings from a butterfly
and then asking it why it can not fly
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC
as the stars trickle down from the sky
they take the form of raindrops
every time they splatter down on me
i feel every shattered aspiration
in those little splashes of starbursts
i feel them stab into me demanding to be set free
crushing a dream
is like ripping the wings from a butterfly
and then asking it why it can not fly
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