4:46

4:46

A Poem by IWASNEVERTHERE

Lonely star
Have you found your home?
Is your sight a sight of pain?
Where have you gone to?
The clouds steal away your light
The slight glimmer you call hope
Do you fade when nights turn days?
Please remind me
Talk me through the storm
You seem enlightened
I bet you the sun doesn't know
Noses bleed when the pretty girls cry
Silence screams when the snow takes hold
Bitter truths
Slightly wasted youth
My eyes are glued to you
Talk me through
Paint our truce
Allign my view

© 2019 IWASNEVERTHERE


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Added on January 16, 2019
Last Updated on January 16, 2019