Writers

They have written what we are
We will never be that shooting star.
We won’t ever have a that one shot
They abandoned us like a vacant lot.
There is no second chance
They think we are lost in a far away trance
But we are here, just not seen
Like static on a screen,
Everyone passes it
Because it is unfit.
We are unholy
So we must fall slowly.





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