untitled poem

/ anotherboringbritishgirl

Blurring through days in the carriages of sleepless dreamers,
Sitting in the backseat of a burning star, me and her,
Looking out into the mists.
I once wished – that I could fly,
Now I’m drifting, on the ripples of old explosions
I didn’t realise that I had missed- my chance to make a wave.

 

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