Trying to touch the sky,
Always asking why,
Pictures all apart,
Right back at the start.
Dreams that didn't take off,
People stand and scoff,
Orville off the ground,
Fake friends all hang around.
Trying to stop the hurt,
Feeling lower than dirt,
Always asking why,
Did I even try?
Pictures all apart,
Right back at the start.
When sky blue is in your hand
When flying in in demand
When tears stop at your command.
YOU ARE READING
My Big Book Of 101 Lies
PoezjaThis is not a story, it is a collection of poetry, written by me. Be warned: this poetry isn't for everyone. But it was written cuz I like writing, not cuz you like reading. :)
