Within myself I search for a life all my own
I search in my colors, beneath the fall of my innocence.
My heart hides between and behind my lungs, the work of a heart that pours gold is never done. It starts and stops in an instant, because for I am of song notes pour out of my heart without ease.
My hands wreak of red. Of blood. No matter how hard I bleed I'll never be enough for the above.
My scars of blue, they change with time of day but stand out like stars at night.
I realize now I've been my own person all along, even though I may not be as important as I wish.
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Sun, Moon, and Stars
PoetryThis is a book of non/poetry A book of my thoughts, my feelings, and my everyday life. This started out about me but, now means so much more, this is for you, all of you. Thank you for making my wildest dreams come true!♥️ #961 in poetry, 2-8-18!
