Postponed back from numbers years ago
This story is not mine but perhaps it's colliding with what is about to be
Never was told this is coming
Perhaps I should fly away before my wings get all dried
I am not Icarus and I need something better to plan
Ain't sitting here just to wait for the last train
I want to go somewhere where it rains
Just so I can see the rainbow and belong somewhere where the story is not about to interfere with mine
There is no business located here
Never asked for wax to be shipped
And now I want to throw it all away in the sea
A weak ghost attempting to cast a shadow between trees and peace
Is the one that will hover back to the darkness
So dense that it can't open its eyes
I will walk by foot to give the candles in the shade you are exactly hiding That way you can use light and move on to something worth trying
YOU ARE READING
Flaws
PoetryLet us just say three words: Beautiful Organized Chaos. Some short writings that sum up subjects that already passed yet still others exist and grow. I hope you take something from my writing and hold onto it whenever you need to hear a second voic...
