Waste

I’ve found myself chasing stars in the midnight sky
I’ve found nervous comfort in the woods,
On a cold winter day
I’ve collected trinkets for you,
Memories trapped inside tiny objects
In my way, I’ve jumped the fence
And told the truth with abysmal timing
Emptiness I’ve fed with silence
Till it made my ears bleed
All for nothing but a distant dream
And the promise of seeing the sun rise again

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