Words with ink
Have not gotten me far
They may have
touched souls
But they've left
on my heart
An unshakable scar
Cut up
and bruised
A flaming meteoroid
Calling itself a
shooting star
Yet nothing more
Than a
disinegrating rock
Falling too far
These
words I rhyme
Simply show my only value
Through this
I know
where you are
Falling from space
Into nothingness
My shooting star
Finally a remedy
Healing
the brokenness
Of a
love from afar
it
FADES
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
Words with ink
Have not gotten me far
They may have
touched souls
But they've left
on my heart
An unshakable scar
Cut up
and bruised
A flaming meteoroid
Calling itself a
shooting star
Yet nothing more
Than a
disinegrating rock
Falling too far
These
words I rhyme
Simply show my only value
Through this
I know
where you are
Falling from space
Into nothingness
My shooting star
Finally a remedy
Healing
the brokenness
Of a
love from afar
it
FADES
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