Cloud Chaser
I'm the girl who gets lost
Does she ever come back?
only in pieces I think
This cloud chaser that I am
Dissappears bit by bit
A life of incomplete sentences, unfinished poems
I've become a collection of random notes left amongst the stars
I must search the sky at night to gather those thoughts
A vague reflection, this stranger that peers back at me through the mirror
With all that I've loved, I've left some part of me behind
Now I can see what's missing
I want something to fill the space between, me and me
Let me draw you a map to these constellations I've created
Can I be your favorite story?
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