I'm a coffee spilled
not leaving any stains
I'm words written
but the papers, crumbled
it's raining but I don't see a single
streak of rainbow emerges
I'm a cosmic burst
but the beams wasn't intense at all
I'm no Midas
everything I touch creep away
I'm no Cinderella
it's 12 a.m and no one looking for me
I'm a ghost
wanders at 3
I would turn the sun away
