It must be lonely up there on the pedestal you've placed yourself on.
It must be lonely where the stars scintillate brighter than anywhere else,
Because there is no one to share it with you.
It must be lonely because so many people hurt you,
That you've tucked yourself away.
It must be lonely up there,
Where even the highest trees cannot reach the clouds.
It must be lonely when dawns light strikes the earth,
As if giving birth to a beauty you will never have or experience.
It must be lonely,
High in the sky,
where even the birds and bees,
Do not fly.
It must be lonely, way up there.
Your soaring pedestal of lonely,
Swirling in the cold air.
YOU ARE READING
Oleander-COMPLETED
PoesíaALL RIGHTS RESERVED Her words were like oleander flowers, so delicate, like a gossamer spider string, but poisonous, like her scarred, despondent heart. *in other words, my crap poetry that is still really important to me*
