Lately I have been making too many excuses
You were a star I caught while gazing, but you burned a hole in my hand
You stripped me of all my certainty and left me with all these bruises
You stole so much of me, more then I had ever planned
But it is a new day and I feel like coming home
Back to all the parts of me I'd forgotten, the pet that I don't feel
So alone
Credit: pillow thoughts
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PoetryMost of these poems aren't mine, I'll give credit to them by their book, or the creator of them.
