Know Her



Walking aimlessly into an endless prairie,
Guided by the delusional mind,
Blinking for few souls to find,
The dark grey sky in major depression,
Yet, a twinkling little star has emerged and
Ignited an extinguished candle within my heart,
And now, a form of cuteness enveloped this
Entire body that is enclosed around my soul,
Until the bitterness and coldness of the night
Waged a war against my existence,
Allowing her to depart as a shooting star,
And know that no wish will ever reach,
Know that life to you may never teach.


Tuesday, 31st of March 2015

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