STARS
Jan 14, 2022
Eyelashes and a guitar
Bullets last and I can see a single one speeding straight for me from afar
A punch to the face and a semi lit joint sat under the Roman stars
Sifting in the bushes I can sense my fate from afar
A tiger will become my best friend on an isolated boat and transform us into stars
I detest enclosures which is why you can catch me embracing the wind on a motorcycle and far from a car
Black curly locks so raven haired they will leave you jarred
Misfit for life
Conformity is a truly weak knife capable of inducing mass pain and strife
I stopped playing, fully letting go of saying and accepted that I am nothing
I can see so crystal clear and I ain’t bluffing
1 sheer star in a distantly nearby galaxy
Ain’t that something !
