Orbit
How perfect
Everything falls into orbit
Spinning round in their paths again
How insignificant
My life has been
Watching all these glittering objects spin
Black is the night sky
Blue is our soul
Red is our blood
Spilled on innocent soil
How perfect
Everything interconnects
Falling into a pattern we cannot see
Is this chance?
Or is this circumstance
The fates of beings locked in this sea
How Perfect
Everything falls into orbit
Around Me
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Blood_Rainicorn
Hey everyone, I'm a very thoughtful and introspective aspiring writer. I've gone through some heavy stuff and writing helps tremendously and I joined powerpoetry to keep me inspired and going and help deal with the demons. I love music, making independent short films and music videos and of course writing.
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