The Star
Turns out you never liked my voice,
my style, or my guitar songs.
Turns out words were never enough
and im not interesting anymore.
Maybe its cause I’ve changed,
or maybe its just me trying to be positive again.
Its like you were never mine
and I was never yours;
Sometimes, when im indecent enough, I ask the world why
as if there was not enough doubts;
The spark in your eyes that I’ll never comprehend;
Like two big galaxies living in there,
two galaxies no one had ever discovered
galaxies no one is worth discovering,
without name, habitants or owner.
And the distress in your words
could shut the world down, if you wanted to.
Your perfect, sick way of loving,
and the way you use your hands when you talk.
And when you read my mind, I know
theres nothing I want more.
Mysterious, omniscient.
You’re the star I’ve been staring at since I was 5
But what if my star is standing there to be watched, and not to stare back?
I’ve wondered many times,
“Well maybe the star’s too busy, staring at a brighter star”.
