All the pieces fall to earth
and become dust for fireflies.
I never got to see the blue skies.
The wind blew up my skirt.
I feel like I might die,
If i continue to try.
I cant build in the sky,
It all crumbles when I try.
This light becomes awfully bright,
Only when its late at night.
When my eyes begin to stray,
And I remember I don't pray.
I don't ever want to cry.
I can't build in the sky,
It all crumbles when I try.
I see bluer skies ahead.
I slept tight in bed.
I'm not as blind as I said.
I finally realized better sights,
Way later at night.
I can finally build in they sky.
Gravity doesn't exsist this time.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
