To define, or not define, the divine
You can’t define the feeling but the feeling defines you
You’re so desperate for words that you miss what’s true
All those hopes, dreams, flew you by because you saw too far
You're the one who hides in the room to forever wish upon a star
Only a lifetime later do you finally realize
That you never really knew what it looked like, you relied on lies
You wanted to be able to fly so you waited for your wings
You threw away the sorrow and all those broken things
You were given lemons but you were stuck up on lime
That’s why you missed those chances every single time
Only when it’s too late do you see what was there to see
That you had always been one important thing: Free
But you locked yourself in a cage and forgot about the keys
You didn’t light the fire, you wanted to freeze
All those late nights listening to your playlist of songs
You didn’t know that your wings were there all along
YOU ARE READING
Playing With Words
PuisiJust some poetry and stuff: The words of a young adult with too many thoughts. It might suck, but I don't care. These are my own, sincere words; There is no right and wrong, as they constantly wander through spheres of whom they belong. This is me...