quite a melancholy song this is the life that we live but our saviors are others
nostalgia comes stronger with someone else looking at the stars wondering afar
the broken moments are those i remember the street lamp that flickered i remember
we sense emotions and there's no limit to how much we share and what's in it
the more times you shatter the better you rise when you finally fall well, everyone dies
we're stuck in a cycle but our energy stays a childlike hope the endless days
it's late right now through my window a wonder of stars i see i'll sit and ponder
i think i feel the emotion of every person and it hurts but it feels incredible
it feels. it feels. we need to feel where else would we be without a heart to steal
no one so sad as the person who doesn't know how to be happy how to glow
a stream of consciousness is the best form i write i'll share my love and with that, goodnight
i finished watching The End of the F***ing World on Netflix and I used the last sentence of season one to inspire this poem. Or, as I like to call it, a stream of consciousness.