Take me up, on a tightrope to the sun
Let me stumble and fall, only caught by one
Small cloud, drifting by underneath
Let it take me back up, to where I can breathe
When the night falls
And I'm all alone
Lower a rope made of stars
So I can go home
Breaking through the sky
To where I belong
Ascending higher
On wings of song
And as I hear
The final chords
I'll climb my dismal
Staircase words
Stars fading into black
A world that can never take me back
I'll suffer in a restless sleep
As mourners down below will weep
Hollow eyes
Whenever someone tries
To break through the sky
-Paris
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PoesíaAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
