I'll paint you wings
to set you free
of the world
and of its taunting scream
but I cannot guarantee
that I may be able to see
your frown upside down,
turned into a crown,
together with a triumphant smile
of courage for more than a mile
with no lack of self esteem
but only a powerful gleam
that you can feel the clouds
beneath your feet
as you freely glide
through your shattered dream
YOU ARE READING
Feeling Indigo, how about you?
PoesíaJust a thing for random stuff that sometimes go through my head. I think most of these are my failure attempts at a poem but I can't really write anyway.
