Your lucky; it may not seem like it, I’m bad at expressing myself and I push a bit too hard sometimes but the truth is; I’m as closed off as a lost book buried under years of clutter, I’m a plush toy that’s lost its kid, a beautiful rose, left wintering in the trash because she’s fed up of his nonsense. Beautiful; lost, worthless in my surroundings,
Off in the distance a sparkle so high
There’s Nothing but skies
The dark made it clear For your star
To lead me to wherever you are.
A sense of meaning in a dark place
A euphoria for my eyes to see
A sense a feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness.
A little piece of you is all I need.
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC
Your lucky; it may not seem like it, I’m bad at expressing myself and I push a bit too hard sometimes but the truth is; I’m as closed off as a lost book buried under years of clutter, I’m a plush toy that’s lost its kid, a beautiful rose, left wintering in the trash because she’s fed up of his nonsense. Beautiful; lost, worthless in my surroundings,
Off in the distance a sparkle so high
There’s Nothing but skies
The dark made it clear For your star
To lead me to wherever you are.
A sense of meaning in a dark place
A euphoria for my eyes to see
A sense a feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness.
A little piece of you is all I need.
Quick write; just babbling to myself in bed :)
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