I know now that I can not reach for the stars.
Especially the dying ones.
You bleed the ones who hold you close white.
Whether it was your intriguing mind or your bright blue eyes,
the sky seems to be so out of reach.
It's time to let go of something that was never mine.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
I know now that I can not reach for the stars.
Especially the dying ones.
You bleed the ones who hold you close white.
Whether it was your intriguing mind or your bright blue eyes,
the sky seems to be so out of reach.
It's time to let go of something that was never mine.
