The people of this world are drunk off the thoughts of
how things could have been
they're smoking away their misery
and losing themselves over chances they didn't take
and the changes they didn't make.
They're ruling their minds with a sadness that's drugging
their systems and telling them there's no changes to make
and no chances to take.
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Starry night skies (completed)
PoetryUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
