In her eyes I saw the stars.
And it shone so brightly,
Reflecting my own scars.
Like moth to the flame,
People wanted to take
And not reciprocate the same.
But light can only exist in the dark
And she is the brightest star.
They can’t accept that she is both,
Just as they all are.
The stars,
The stars,
They feel like home.
Come,
Come,
And take me home.
Rest, my beloved.
The night is long but it is also short
We do not doubt the sun will rise
So take a rest, my love.
And surely tomorrow, the sun will also rise.
Drifting like tumbleweed,
Struggling at the wind’s mercy.
Dying to live,
And living to die.
Rolling, rolling,
But I’m just
Like a
Tumbleweed.
Some days I’m a little worse for wear.
I imagine it’s like a stone that’s always been in darkness,
Suddenly breaking from the cracks inside.
So the light pierces into corners that has never seen daylight
And all the bugs, insects and worms hidden in these corners
Finally come out.
Out of darkness,
And into the light.
Clean like snow
You come to me.
Like the first snow,
Resting on pine trees,
Come back to me.
I used to morph into characters to fit the mould
And I thought I’d be that way until I grew old
But something suddenly switched
It started off small, just like a little itch
I had a taste of abundance, of life’s riches
And it was sweet,
Sweeter than the physical riches.
They want pretty wings,
The kind that sings
Break, break, break
Let’s pull out those feathers
In seas of red.
For broken wings will have to rely on you
To be fed
I wish I could find again.
That, which I lost
Or was it what I gave up?
Take me home
Lord, take me home.
Today I woke up
And watched the rain pour.
I think I’m enough,
Today I think I’m enough.
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