Overwhelmed white and thin;
days of wrinkled sheets of paper.
The golden pen gets out of ink-
so many mistakes in the eraser.
When l think about the stars
And how far away they are...
I start wand'ring in fear
and I can't find my place
Since you disappeared
there's gloom in my days
The headache shuts my eyes
and I press my fingers to my nose
The pain makes me realise
without you I'm desperately lost
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC
Overwhelmed white and thin;
days of wrinkled sheets of paper.
The golden pen gets out of ink-
so many mistakes in the eraser.
When l think about the stars
And how far away they are...
I start wand'ring in fear
and I can't find my place
Since you disappeared
there's gloom in my days
The headache shuts my eyes
and I press my fingers to my nose
The pain makes me realise
without you I'm desperately lost