Clouds poetry

The dragon

I don't cry me a river the river cry's for me
I don't have the world in the Palm of my hands
I'm just a observer standing on top of the world dancing On its heart just waiting for it to burned
When I leave there won't be any history just ahes
Of my memories fragments of my extinct body codes and alphabetical words.
If anyone interested they can put together those codes. I go around leaving a illusions like sticky notes I pin with a dart in others head hoping it last a little longer, when the clock strikes twelve like Cinderella She leaves a shoe but me I leave a note, I don't talk much my pen dose the talking, my paper talks for me, and overnight when the clock strikes twelve I shed my skin off like a rattle under the dripping statin moonlight I shed from a snake to a butterfly, then to a full bloom dragon eyes set like the sun with a glistening of star dust glow, and I look back at the house I called home when it's just a one way maze as my wings and my feet follow the sound of nature and my real home calling me I follow the leaves to a magical door in the woods
The vines hugging it like a mother through this door is my home.

-ashes poetry
A|N lol don't know what this is
Sometimes I be writing and don't know what
I write till I read it. Xoxo stay safe.