Earth with arms open to hold me,
Warmly in her blanket of hope.
I fall into her arms like they sold me,
From the sky I fell with rope.
Feet that seek gravity ,
Tightness in my throat.
Born into insanity,
Well out of my scope.
A falling star?
A shooting star?
A hanged star is before you.
Should be shining but I'm blue.
Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 12:05 PM UTC
Earth with arms open to hold me,
Warmly in her blanket of hope.
I fall into her arms like they sold me,
From the sky I fell with rope.
Feet that seek gravity ,
Tightness in my throat.
Born into insanity,
Well out of my scope.
A falling star?
A shooting star?
A hanged star is before you.
Should be shining but I'm blue.
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