I've been running on and on
The street lights guiding me home
I tried my hardest but I cannot stop,
Not knowing where I'll go.
The stars won't come back even when I'm begging so,
I cannot see the colors,
I have always been yearning for.
There at the end of the sidewalk,
Stood a paper house
I made my way inside,
not bothering to knock.
I have been running on and on,
The street lights knew I'm coming home,
But deeply I shed myself
I dont know if the place I'm going still is a home.
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PoetryOnly the stars can witness how my sanity collapse, only the oceans running waves across my flesh can watch how slowly, in certainty, how I fall apart.
