When the stars will lose
It's own sunshine.
It's because I'm in it.
I've made it.
Whenever I go somewhere,
everything becomes dark.
That is too messed up..
Like even the stars
can't shine anymore.
Al-l because of me
Where do I go?
Where do I belong?
'Nowhere'
YOU ARE READING
My Own Kind Of Poetry
Poetrywords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
