Comfort.
Broken stars craving the embrace of the dark. People begging for the sake of their heart.
Heal.
The wounds that I dreaded all day have healed my bruised body.
Shooting Star.
The nightmares kept pushing me down into the deep dark hole of survival.
Issues.
She sees a soul trapped in a body with self worth issues.
Dark.
All I could see was, his dark brown eyes staring at me.
Reflection.
I kept searching for you. To talk to you about how my day went.
