Across the world I soared,
Borne on wings of crystal, wings of ice.
I looked down upon the world,
Unseen and unheard.
Hope was the only thing,
Glowing in my heart,
Pulsing in my mind,
Shining through my face.
There seemed to be no falling,
No crashing
No breaking
Nothing of the sort at all.
But I should have known
Oh, I should have known.
There is nothing, nothing at all,
That cannot be ruined.
YOU ARE READING
:: Incandescent ::
PoesiaShe looked at the stars, and the stars looked back. Trigger warning, I suppose. After all, it is just my thoughts...
