Fault in my Stars

Trying to spill my emotions on paper like tears spill on my soul;

Tears stain all my papers.

My heart is paper thin. Why did I let you in?

My conscious is sleeping, so please do not wake her.

I know I can’t flow; but please, for a change, will you go with my flow?

I know you heard yes, but I could have meant no.

I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know where to go.


I’m Lost.


In a galaxy of misconception, contradictions, all in my mind;

And, as I write this, I hope to stop time for a second or minute, but never forever,

Not even the simple things last forever.

I usually don t say how I feel, but today I unfold; I’m your flower so,

Burn me in a forest fire; I know it’s your desire,

But hold my ashes please.

Not saying this is your fault rather the fault in my stars.

How I wondered who you are,

Twinkle Twinkle.

Now my thoughts are lethal.

How I wondered who you are, little star,

Twinkle Twinkle.

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