If my eyes see souls
and my heart carries pain
and the night breaks,
with soft whispers
close to my face.
You are with me now,
when dust in sunlight falls.
Are these memories real?
Locked in these walls.
I shake myself sometimes,
to bring myself round.
Body doesn't need a substance... to drown.
I'm descending without you, gasps for air, silently heard.
Wings if I had, would be burned.
Tears aren't measurable
how hard they fall down.
The Oceans collect them
Or they form heavy clouds.
I'm floating for a while
and gaze up at the storm.
I watch droplets hit the water,
as my tears fall back down.
YOU ARE READING
Happier a little sad.
PoesíaThe book title poem, happier a little sad is a reflection of when find that if I am totally carefree, which isn't very often! That I do not get any inspiration for writing poetry. I wrote this poem that explains it. *********************************...
