poetry
Quite Alright
09:07
[Hiding Tonight - Alex Turner]
I
I am constructed by a cosmic dust,
the leftovers of the Big Bang.
I am the constellation of things you want to put away,
the bitter memories you had of me,
you couldn't wait.
I am the moon hiding behind the dark clouds,
petrified by the pass of daylight,
petrified by the pass of daylight,
but still willing to brighten up the night.
I am a universal mess,
whatever you are,
wherever you may be,
your mess is mine.
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