The city whispers to me in phrases half-demonic
When I pull the inner universe inside of me
I have beautiful white wings
The clock wants me to fly away
There are deep ancient secrets
Take a trip around Saturn's clock
Tick tock, tick tock
If I dream hard enough
There are creatures no longer on this planet
Which I can feel with my heart
I pack my bags and disappear
To know that magic should be in existence
I'm drowning in quicksand
Watched by others, but never lifted up
Baroque and 80's music, pastel dresses, pianos off key
Clouds dance gracefully along the sky
We should dance the night away
Yet you won't let me see your face
His black skin blended into the night
Your heart is always closed to me
Soon, you'll be without me
YOU ARE READING
Somewhere
PoetryOriginal poetry collection on love and heartbreak. Maybe love will work out for all of us someday. Or maybe some loves are only for a season.
