I wish I was a song,
So I could live on in those who cry out,
Singing along,
I wish I was a note upon a breath of air,
So that even when I'm gone I'll forever be there,
I wish there was a way to be immortalized in lyrics,
As my bones break like toothpicks.
So I'll write myself into a song, and I'll live on,
I'll live on.
YOU ARE READING
All the Notes I'll Never Leave
PoetryDark poetry from a dark mind. Enter only to see the world from upside down, backwards, and behind.