oh this world
how beautiful you are
holding me hostage in this life of mine
whom some would call a gift
let me go
and stretch my body to the moon
So my existence is here
but my reality is elsewhere
oh this world
how beautiful am i to the aliens?
who just knocked on the door of materiality
asking for my body back
oh this world
let me go home
let me be with the extraneous
YOU ARE READING
poems for the ones who are just like me
Poetryjust some poetry that explains what i don't know how to explain. in other words; just an eighteen year old girl, being eighteen.
