Can I call the stars again?
Maybe the stars are waiting for you, wanting you back from the dark.
Whenever you see the night you always forget to notice the star,
Hey, what hurts?
Even to the brightest star, you asked why so blur.
Intoxicated you can’t see the dancing star at the bar.
The bloody heart is the hope you have never seen.
Getting more drugs, are you at Peace?
Calling it to solace then why are you so misplaced?
In populace Keeping distance from the venturous link but why from your fabulous ink?
let the inner thoughts come out, Can I call the stars again?
Once in a while can you remember the primitive you through the pretty cloud?
Sad Poetry By Humaira Tabassum