Here I am, thinking of you
Every now and then
Wondering if it's too real
Or if it were too fast to heal
Here I am, thinking of what I became
That a broken wing is just as exciting
Wondering if it all will be the same
Whilst still knowing time should be spent abiding
Here I am, thinking of us
With this drowning trust
Wondering if it were worth the wait
Or if the fall was too great
Here I am, thinking of what was
And with this life slowly fading
Wondering where the fire lay the dusk
While knowing, it, lost meaning
Here I am wondering
In and out of my own head
Thinking life should make some sense
When fully knowing it's just nonsense.
YOU ARE READING
Silhouette
PoetryHow much you've escaped reality, Is what remains of your sanity. If fantasy is what you long, Then why not go to where you truly belong? Tis within this book, are the words filled with the whims of a mere fool.
