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Houses of paper
We keep building our houses of paper,
up to the stars.
Expecting the moon
to light up our scars.
We're still waving
to the bright spots.
We're still climbing
to the highest dot.
But when the darkness kicks
and the light leaves our souls,
our will sticks
to the big black hole.
We fold up these houses,
it's our own fault
crawling like little mouses
through the wreck of our own.
© tabeajoyce
up to the stars.
Expecting the moon
to light up our scars.
We're still waving
to the bright spots.
We're still climbing
to the highest dot.
But when the darkness kicks
and the light leaves our souls,
our will sticks
to the big black hole.
We fold up these houses,
it's our own fault
crawling like little mouses
through the wreck of our own.
© tabeajoyce
