I had lost it all
At the time I thought I would have a ball
The stars shattered above my head
Losing my grip from the waist I held
Pushing buttons into slots, they are all machines
Stars made cracks in my walls, light shining through
Footsteps aside, I never talked about you
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
