If I am to succeed in giving...
I am to look as if I'm a cheetah,
And meet the speed of other ostriches,
Whom can't fly.
If I am to succeed in loving,
Then my peacock feathers...
Must drive to the eye.
And I must waltz to the heart,
With a suit of gold.
If I am to create life...
Then my shadow's must be made of coffee creamer...
Sweet to the tongue;
Just enough to abuse it's sugar,
And swallow it whenever its time.
If I am to succeed in getting...
Then I must become boneless.
Then I could bend my way towards mannequins,
That caresses the lion's skin...
Where the heart laid,
It was dead from birth...
Because...
(We never use it.)
(Beat)
Beat...
Ever.
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
