And I sit before a blank canvas,
Blind, lost and wandering
Searching for something
To expel,
Or something
To complete.
In a crystal ball, I rule the world,
But I wake up to a dark morning, still owning nothing I wish to keep.
And that is how it is,
That's what happens when you let yourself be serenaded by the night and it leaves you aching for more.
More stars, more songs, more time.
A spark of hope, a peep through the window only for you to pull my lungs further out my chest. Only for you to ask me to return your hat.
And after it all, after I threw myself away for a shot at love, I'm too burnt out to let any of it go.
After it all, I have nothing to give
Because nothing is what you gave to me.
YOU ARE READING
the space above my ears.
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