Sun is fading,
Night’s cold gripping my skin.
Where did they go?
The moon that used to accompany me through those broken window is gone.
I’ve been waiting and waiting,
Wishing she’ll come back and talk to me.
The ground and the flowers that i used to laid my body on, is burning.
Where did they go?
Sun and the hopes that i thought was there.
Now im sitting here,
In the middle of nowhere,
Thinking each way to go.
Stuck in between a soul that needs it home but hurtfull at the same time.
The moon might told me that i should go back. That’s why it didn’t showed anymore. But why would i? Why would i go back when everything seems so blurry yet so exhausting.
Why would i go back if it feels like trapped and lost?
Just,
Why?