I'm kind of...
Hitting on the stick of a party piñata.
Drowning in wishes I've thought a lot of.
Breathing in air from the rest of the world,
Holding my hands to perfect a twirl.
Filling myself with foreign faces
Remembering the time my love was evasive.
Sitting all night to avoid the slumber
That most certainly comes when the stars have lost number.
Reaching for you when the lights gone mute
Thinking you'd find me so playful and cute.
Now riding on the back of my own imagination
Remembering the time I was born by creation.
I'm kind of....
Banging up walls till they fall down
Hiding in corners in case I am found.
Running around in endless holes
Breaking deep into the shoes of my soles.
Seeking out my shadow all in a night
Until it's over taken by the dawn of new light.
I'm recycling old and bringing in new
Hoping these wishes will give me a clue.
As to how I discovered the wind beneath you.
And what I can do when the world is just blue.
And fingers break skies so the earth can feel too.
Because what is my life if not for the view?
Of a girl who made wishes standing over the clouds
Ignoring what made all the negativity crowd?
Till she lost all her will
Plummeted down off the sill
Of a window once innocent to kill
She jumped high from the sky
Leaned over the boat
Gave up on the float
Hung on to the water
Till she had not a bother.
Soaked into her clothes the cruelty of her father.
Fear.
She's kind of....
Gone.
And I'm kind of...
Hanging on the back of life.
Remembering strife.
Forgetting the things she brought me...
Well I'm not
alright.
-s.l
--this is random...Make any sense??--
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