i reach out for the stars but they're too far away, i reach out for the moon, hoping for a conversation, hut she turns away, i reach out for the sun for her warmth but she hides beyond the horizon before i can get close enough, why won't the sky embrace me? what did i do to deserve this lonely cold. i can't escape the hollow feeling inside my chest, all i want is for the constellations to fill it for me, is that too much to ask?
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Cyanide Daydreams
Poetryyet another dumb edgy poetry book in which i take heavy inspiration from F. T. Willz
