Planets

I tilt my head back, so I can match the planet; to stop thinking and learn to keep my balance. I'm sick of falling out. Because the line I'm on could never support me; I stopped thinking just to find what I would be and I could never believe that the gifts I received were never broken for me. I saw the brightest star fall right from the sky last night. I watched God take everything that angels can't replace, they hesitate to keep all the bigger stars in place. I crave any attention. My actions are never my intention.