A shut in, I guess.
A dreamer, at best.
A star among a constellation at rest.
Hopeless? Pure?
Perfect? Obscure?
If only these eyes could reminisce
of tales told by the sky's first breath.
A shut in, I guess.
A dreamer, at best.
A star among a constellation at rest.
Hopeless? Pure?
Perfect? Obscure?
If only these eyes could reminisce
of tales told by the sky's first breath.
