I know they know I have potential
To get to be celestial.
Alas, no one has ever seen it on
As if they see everything’s gone.
Bet you can call me a wandering soul,
Outlasted and luster has fell in a black hole;
It will never be in my universe,
A gift has made its reverse.
Woe to this shell of emptiness,
Never deserving for happiness;
Silent death will then rip my heart,
Too bad, I can no longer play a good part.
Soon, expiration date is coming away,
No one else can extend as much as they want my stay.
Perhaps departure will be a tumble,
For I will disintegrate like a bubble.
That misfortune’s like the dead star,
Brilliantly shiny from afar.
But looking closely away the moon,
Such sight not to swoon.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
I know they know I have potential
To get to be celestial.
Alas, no one has ever seen it on
As if they see everything’s gone.
Bet you can call me a wandering soul,
Outlasted and luster has fell in a black hole;
It will never be in my universe,
A gift has made its reverse.
Woe to this shell of emptiness,
Never deserving for happiness;
Silent death will then rip my heart,
Too bad, I can no longer play a good part.
Soon, expiration date is coming away,
No one else can extend as much as they want my stay.
Perhaps departure will be a tumble,
For I will disintegrate like a bubble.
That misfortune’s like the dead star,
Brilliantly shiny from afar.
But looking closely away the moon,
Such sight not to swoon.
It's really the dark poet in me rolling in. Must be too depressed, that's why.
