Wind
The wind blew and I floated away,
Like a whisper on the wind.
I found my voice and I crawled back to you.
The wind blew once again and I floated away,
Like a lie told to the air.
I discovered the truth and I crawled back to you.
This time I felt the breeze coming,
And I let myself fly away like a foolish dream.
But when I found reality, you weren’t there to crawl back to.
So now I’m a foolish liar, whispering to no one.
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Storm Prophecies
PoetryRain falls in crosshatch across the lamp lit sky, splattering the asphalt ground with splashes of reflected light. I look at the sketchbook in my hand and trace the penciled rain and smudged glow. It was shit. I let to book fly onto the muddy grass...
