why do people
come and go
fading into
indigo?
a thrill until
familiarity fogs up
my purpose, my kindness
the end of the rush
or maybe i just
lost my touch
flew too close
i gave too much
melting melting
not just wings
but my obsessions
and oh, they were everything
and not just melted
but a pile of ash
just reaching for you
but my grasp never lasts
will sweet sky turn bright?
will i ever know?
why you cease to return
from the deep indigo?
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Poetrywistful, hopeful, delusional wise, perhaps, or true these are the words that pour from my soul will they spill out onto you?
