Stars.
What do they say,
what do they have to tell?
If I asked,
would they tell
why this didn't end so well?
I see a shooting star
How has him - or her - come so far?
How isn't he - or she - too tired to try,
thinking about it makes me want to cry.
And why do they fall down,
down from their skies?
Like we fell down
from our own paradise.
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English poems
PoetryThe first thing I write here in English - a small amount of poems and writings, where some of them link to each other, but some of them don't. It's up to you to construct the whole picture in your mind. Mostly just from my "2AM and still awake only...
