Little bubble drift afar to land if lies the lands of moments that half passed my mental capacity
Float in the wind and be the delicate me I dare not be
Dream of the beauty I can not stop to see, in the lands that to me only last mere seconds but to you can last an eternity
Fly like I never could in the time of my needs, be as free as the tears that once flowed my eyes, and kiss the sky as they did my cheeks
May you drift freely unto your demise as I wish my own were that way
I give to you the youth and the innocence I fight valiantly to keep
Know little one that although my body lie as used and broken, I fly freely with you
You carried me with you
Remain strong little bubble as your tousled in the wind, as I have already popped.
(this is a weird comparison to write)
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A Nightmare While Awake
PoetryA set of short Poems that show a progression of a mental state
