You casted me off
On a island?
No-
A city of strangers
Yet I feel so alone
They knock me down
Push push
They're breathing
But in harmony
But mine
Outcast
Black coats
Black shoes
Black umbrellas
Black eyes
Black hair
Dreary black
Who's crying up there-
Hiding in the inky clouds?
Those clouds
Look like they can drip right off
The peeling sky
White hair
White eyes
White dress
No shoes
I'm just made of wounds now
Falling down so much
You might as well casted me away
On a island
Because it's just as lonely
With currents that don't stop
Like the people
That surround me
Yet
They don't see me
I'm a snowflake
Basically.
Tho how do I still fly
With my feet made of blisters
I'm bent and broken
I'm a snowflake
I don't wanna go
I don't wanna be fragile
A face
He looked
At me
And I followed him
To isolation you can say
But I was with someone
He saw.
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.}
