Lean against the wall
But you just fall down
Because there's no shoulder
To flood with the howling ocean
So you fall
But you can't fly back up
Because you aren't an angel
Just quite yet
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
