| Perdin ( @ 2009-06-13 02:10:00 |
Word sucks at formmating
Star
Through arctic winds,
and desert winds that blinds.
I’ve travelled so far,
for a single fallen star.
Travelled by plane, boat and car,
from near, close and afar,
around the world I went,
to find the star’s descent.
Years ago I wished,
when I was a foolish boy,
a plastic heart toy,
for your to keep.
Since then I’ve heard…
stories, rumors and tales,
all filled with small details,
of breaking and cracking hearts,
into little small parts,
just for fun.
Once I find the star,
I’ll finally get that toy heart,
then I’ll exchange it for mine,
then I can finally heal those scars,
that you gave me so long ago.