Unwritten and Unread ((Repeat, repeat, repeat))

I feel so sick
of being alone.
It's sorta exhausting
being on your own.

And these words seem false
with no music or sound.
All they do is rhyme
about wings that drowned.

Darling, don't you see?
I'm a star!
My light just looks sorta weak
'cause I'm very far.

A couple-a words
written in a thank you note.
A poem unread's
as good as a poem un-wrote.