As I fly
Hurtling away from the sun
Racing at hundreds of miles an hour
Pink-laced haze slowly turning grey and black
Further from my love
Into darkness I fly
Now you know why I don’t write poetry.
As I fly Hurtling away from the sun Racing at hundreds of miles an hour Pink-laced haze slowly turning grey and black Further from my love Into darkness I fly…
As I fly
Hurtling away from the sun
Racing at hundreds of miles an hour
Pink-laced haze slowly turning grey and black
Further from my love
Into darkness I fly
Now you know why I don’t write poetry.