We are all a flower in the making.
Once our times of hopelessness and feelings of being alone are over,
We sprout into beautiful beings that can speak a thousand words,
We are all stars, floating across the
Night skies to make our way back home
But each day we find ourselves
Trapped in a parallel universe of
Some sort of smoke
Caught my attention...
It came from your fiery eyes
Smoke filled my lungs,