My Shooting Star
Lonely as a lost bird you are,
dreams of lightening from afar-
To say you’re sad doesn’t make it right,
stepped in the ring yet lost the fight-
One day you’ll be my s h o o t i n g star.
The m o m e n t you step in that car,
will be the last and leave a scar-
You’ll be so close but out of sight...
SUICIDE WINS
Went for a walk stepped in a bar,
watched a sad man play his guitar-
With each drink your soul did excite,
then l e f t and got high as a kite-
Laid down became my shooting star...
SUICIDE WINS
Date Written: September 14, 2016
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016
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