Stars at my back
And i don't really know
Where to lead them to.
This pain
Turns my thoughts astray.
And these stars look up to me
To lead them somewhere
I choose not to go.
They glow behind
Causing my shadow
To go before me.
They know
I would be drawn
To my shadow and their rays.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
PoetryWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
