i wonder why
i always expect no fairytale ending
no good in goodbye
a lovely game to be pretending
i recall a memory
of chasing the endless light
growing up kills you tender be
and unlocks ache you ignite
dreams of wings
that encourage you to fly
stories of queens and kings
to sing you to sleep with a lullaby
what's left now are the ribs
to chain you to the ground
you reminisce we were kids
lullaby's no longer a sweet sound
it is a voice, it screeches
for lost warmth and remedy
they had one, it's speechless
yearning for its melody
it's time to change
to decipher the secrets of the sea
to let go of rage
and to become free
inner child, take my hand
let's chase the sky's stars again
build castles in the sand
and play with joy and mud in the rain
inner child, we're still the same
this one is still yours to claim
so take my hand and lead the way
we're going to heal day by day
YOU ARE READING
The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
