A thousand stars Fall to earth To be buried In little star coffins That nobody morns. Instead, They wish upon lightbulbs.
You say my sun shines too bright, but if you have had the dark clouds I’ve had, you could give nothing less. Yes, sometimes the sun blinds others. But with it, I can just about see where I am going. You can turn off the light if you want, you have the power. You can give me back the dark room. But once in there, you ask me to leave that too. One thousand watt or nothingness is me, I guess. You can force the fifty watt on me, but it doesn’t fit the slot. I have tried pushing it …Read more