November 15, 2011
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.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback