One girl
One boy
Two flying all the time
Three thoughts
Four hands
Five roads to follow down
Today we feel like being delicate
Hands linked, eyes bound
Sky twirling all around
Life folding out, fraying
‘round the edges
Legs dangling on the end,
toes barely skimming the surface
Rippling out, holding on
Being one, feeling alone
Today no one’s delicate
Hands empty, toes cold;
Where did all that happy go?
What happened to feeling special?
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Fighting Reality
PoetryReality and I are at war. What about, I've never really been sure. But I'm trying my best to figure it out.
