You don't know.
No, you don't Know.
you don't know.
The texture.of the silence;
when lonely will finally make sense
Your little souls
Your little souls, stare
Your little souls
We all know the one who has your heart
it's obvious; his white radiance;
from the start
Wishing on us,
as we shoot by,
flying through the sky
Trying to catch a fragile wish, for you
Though, sometimes the deep ones are
hard to hold onto.
We all know the one who has your heart
it's obvious; his light was trusted;
from the very start
& the truth is, that nothing is ever really promised.
So, never give your spirit to this world.
When you fall in love, fall with confidence.
When you lay awake, watching us at night,
Remember your broken heart is now back together
You are breathing.
You are alive.
Control is just an illusion.
What more could we do?
What do you think we're capable of?
Who do you think we are?
For we are the shining stars.
But we all know the one who has your heart
it's obvious; his white radiance;
vibrant from the start.
Yes it's the moon.
The glorious moon.
Now,
watch
it
fall.
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Memories and Days That Passed ·•° | P O E T R Y |°•·
PoetryLife throws us so many moments, sometimes it's hard to comprehend what we want to remember and what we want to forget. Either way, remembering or forgetting, that moment happened & how we face reality is up to us. This is poetry I wrote, based off o...
