Apr 2020
I talk to the stars,
When my sky is blue.
I just like to stand,
Underneath some of them.
I cry out loud,
I exude,
What is obscure inside of me..
With a cigarette burning in my hand,
With the smoke coiling in the air,
And with my thoughts getting benumbed,
I just love the stars and the blue.
When my sky is blue.
I just like to stand,
Underneath some of them.
I cry out loud,
I exude,
What is obscure inside of me..
With a cigarette burning in my hand,
With the smoke coiling in the air,
And with my thoughts getting benumbed,
I just love the stars and the blue.
When no one is there to understand you,you feel lonely.But you are not lonely when you are alone at night, staring at the stars and the sky with a cigarette burning in your hand...
