All of the stars
Moving on
From the bottom of the sea.
Yeah, I know it's over...
Sharing a dream,
That dances on these lost eyes,
Still a fool for it.
A little bit of that heart
That drowns in the deep fantasy.
It keeps getting deeper
But then, set all on fire
Tangled in these subtle words
But still, they sing for hope
In the heavy blue midnights
With the demons dancing all alone.
-shay
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ANECDOTE • #Wattys2019
PoetryThe soul danced and rejoiced on the melancholic music of its failure all alone in its jungle city and cried over the moon. It counted the stars, hoping someday all of it would be alright but then all the hopes were shattered as the nostalgic feeling...
