His lane

A Poem by Mazerunner

Waking up across blue tinted windows
I turn and feel empty hollows
And suddenly grief dominates my hopes
The cold gets a grip on me and now im walking on thin ropes

I dont wanna look up at the stars now ,not today
But soon soon,I keep chanting soon
Under the same skies i know we'll be watching the same moon
So i wait and I'll wait until we collide
Until we're in the same air watching the high tide