She pluck a star,
and fit in herself,
smiled brightly,
shining in the dark.
He walked roughly,
tired of lying,
saying that its gonna be okay,
although he knows,
it is not.
She laughed with tears,
blaming the star,
she's hurted by the lies,
rainbow doesn't exist,
a long day in rain.
He lost his soul,
flying bleak,
finding an angel,
to heal and sew,
his broken wings.
Drought of tears,
dying inside,
heartless thought,
tired of life,
irreplaceable words.
