so many nights, so many days
in which happiness gets further away
and if you could find some way to console me
do it quickly, as I'm all alone, please.
and as the wind gets ever colder
my sad heart gets never older
and please, take me away,
allow me to leave this place.
one day, one day I'll learn how to fly
I tell myself as I sit and cry
and glide on wings made of light
to find happiness in the forever night.
this sadness that sits in my heart
will never, I fear, truly part
but if you could just explain
I'm sure I would feel less pain
these brainless rambles, I'm sure
work as a temporary cure
and if you don't understand,
just come to the faraway land
I'm not making sense anymore
my heart I think is pure
but when you don't make sense to yourself,
that's when you really need help.
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poesiewe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
