Thursday, March 22

I'm falling
I can feel the ground beneath me crunch
give way
as if the weight in my chest was heavier than the sky

it's probably just the feeling
of losing something important
of missing your queue
of not knowing exactly what's so special
to make your trembling hands cold with sadness
your fleeting smile chained to the darkness
of a lonesome nostalgic night

where stars aren't allowed to shine as bright
your watery eyes are the only stars tonight
while the image of a soaring plane pierces through

your heart like a voodoo doll
bleeds in the corner

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