Moon and Depression
I want a moon
But I'm not a kid with rocket
I just sit by the window
Talking to my own shadow
I want the moon
But I'm just a kid without wings
All I have is a broken swing
Forced to keep and keep going
I want the moon to save me alive
But I don't even get its light
It's dark, oh it's dark here
Feel like I slowly disappear
I burst out tonight
Shattered by the fight
Turning into a knight
Tragic, in grief, and lost of sight
Blind in a life mystery
Wondering where place that I could be
But I want the moon
Does it always want me too?
poem & painting by putri
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