A/N so my life long hero David Bowie passed away and while this isn't entirely about him he was my muse.
Don't ask me for directions
cause I don't know the way,
heaven doesn't have a doorbell
so just know I'll be there some day.
The sunrise lost its color
and the air doesn't feel the same, the stars refuse to shine
and the view is getting lame.
You told me not to cry
to hold my head up when I'm blue,
don't you dare hold it against me cause you would do it too.
You taught me to believe
how to believe in magic,
but you took it with you when you died
now it's all just static.
YOU ARE READING
Not A Story, A Poem
PoetryThese are poems I wrote. I'm not very confident in my writing, but I want people to read. Please read and give me your honest opinions, otherwise I'll never get any better
