Young Writers Society

Under the broken stars, I breathe in
one more burst of light.
Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies,
hurling shards from across the night.

I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions,
cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone
far away, waiting on a lovely

Under the broken stars, I breathe in
one more burst of light.
Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies,
hurling shards from across the night.

I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions,
cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone
Far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill

Under the broken stars, I breathe in
one more burst of light.
Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies,
hurling shards from across the night.

I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions,
cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone
Far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill
Staring

Under the broken stars, I breathe in
one more burst of light.
Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies,
hurling shards from across the night.

I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions,
cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone
far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill.
Staring that

Under the broken stars, I breathe in
one more burst of light.
Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies,
hurling shards from across the night.

I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions,
cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone
far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill.
Staring that way

Under the broken stars, I breathe in
one more burst of light.
Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies,
hurling shards from across the night.

I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions,
cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone
far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill.
Staring that way they

Under the broken stars, I breathe in
one more burst of light.
Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies,
hurling shards from across the night.

I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions,
cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone
far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill.
Staring that way they look

Under the broken stars, I breathe in
One more burst of light.
Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies,
hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions,
Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone
far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill.
Staring that way they look through

Under the broken stars, I breathe in
One more burst of light.
Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies,
hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions,
Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone
far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill.
Staring that way they look through
the

Under the broken stars, I breathe in
One more burst of light.
Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies,
hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions,
Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone
far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill.
Staring that way they look through
the darkened

Under the broken stars, I breathe in
One more burst of light.
Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies,
hurling shards from across the night.

I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions,
Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone
far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill.
Staring that way they look through
the darkened window,

Under the broken stars, I breathe in
One more burst of light.
Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies,
hurling shards from across the night.

I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions,
Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone
far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill.
Staring that way they look through
the darkened window, hoping

Under the broken stars, I breathe in
One more burst of light.
Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies,
hurling shards from across the night.

I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions,
Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone
far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill.
Staring that way they look through
the darkened window, hoping against