Endgame
Foolish creature that you are
You fell in love with a shooting star
You were blinded weren't you, foolish child?
With confetti sprinkled, saddened smiles
He trailed a blaze through your azure skies
You wonder could he love those thin white lines
But, shooting stars crumble
Shooting stars fall
And you might turn to rubble
Love, wonder and all
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The Ramblings of A Lunatic
RandomThis is a record of the thoughts in my head through the current span of my life. It is not a novel. It will have pieces of poetry and full blown rants. I hope that anyone reading this will be able to relate. And if you actually are reading this 'jo...
