Skylight, skyline
I am too sensitive for this and my heart breaks
I have control whether I am disposable or not
I might not have control over the birds and the bees
But I sense skylight, skyline
Swaying in the trees
Attempting miracles
A raven with blue wings
Spots glow like eyes
I love to brine in the water, see the good with the bad
Feelings are materialistic
Lead in the fire
I know better
Wisps of grass poke my tights
The moon shades itself, another month goes by
Skylight, skyline
YOU ARE READING
Dizzy
PoetryA tender, honest and fierce portrayal of who I am as an artist. Some of this stuff was shared in my poetry club some stuff wasn't. Enjoy this??? And laugh too.
