If my head is not lost in the mist of clouds and wonder,
My posture alone would not be strong enough to hold me upright,
My mind in a never-ending slumber
Full of all the misery I couldn't let myself hold tight.
Coping with the devastation that the world says is inevitable feels impossible alone
And even further away with a friend that still may yet leave.
There's no end I can see beyond the cliff side,
And if you jumped without a moment's notice
I'd probably need some time
To gather all my thoughts and run through them until I'm sick of hiding
Under the sound of the changing tides.
So what if I hesitate if I end up in your arms again?
I must find magic in you
For all my life's work searching for beauty
In every little thing
Would feel a waste if it were not true.
I must romanticize everything about what is not often loved
Because maybe then I could feel free.
I might wish everyday to wake again next to you.
But if in my heart what I know always stays true,
Whatever else would I need
But to watch my life
Colored by your golden hue.
YOU ARE READING
As Tears Filled Up my Eyes
PoesíaA collection of original poetry strung together. Each chapter is a single poem that can stand alone and does not need to be read in any particular order to be understood.
