Walking through stairs lacking light
The shooting stars are falling, but I was always out of sight
Meteor shower's over, I keep to myself out of spite
It's my final chance, but social drive takes flight
My once colorful wordplay has faded, I've bled out, black and white
They're blazing bright, my aura's blight
So I sit back, sip my milkshake, look away from the gathering light, and stare into the endless night
YOU ARE READING
ONE MORE TIME
PuisiA follow-up to my last poetry collection, One More Time follows feelings of fluctuating temporary peece and recurring sorrows, caused by outside factors, or uncontrollable feelings from within.
