And I know I shouldn't get so close, cause'
this bond never lasts forever, especially not for someone like me. I'm just
a villain wrapped in a fifty cent suit
a mere shadow of what good I could
-of good I once was.
And I really want to touch the cloud
the very one right above my head, begging me
but I know it won't last forever. Cause' something like this isn't meant for a human.
I'm just a body of wax, wishing so hard to fly for the rest of my life
wanting something, someone
to be there. Wanting out of the misery I face
but there's no room up there for someone like me.
a villain trying to be a matyr.
Success isn't for someone like me
a silly little boy
trying out the skin of a bird
YOU ARE READING
Flying is failing
PoetryRemember when you told me that the ground was the only place for someone like me? I didn't believe you so I flew.
